Frank Navasky:
Kathleen, you are a lone reed. You are a lone...
[sits down at his typewriter]
Frank Navasky:
[typing]
"... reed, standing tall, waving boldly in the corrupt sands of commerce."
[pulls the page out and hands it to Kathleen]
Kathleen Kelly:
I am a lone reed.
Frank Navasky:
Lone reed.
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