If the future apartments in the Chronicle Building turn out to be haunted, here are my guesses about what the apparitions might say.

"Oh, for the love of...that story needs to be cut 10 inches."

"You're sitting on my pica pole."

"Copy! Copy! Where the hell is that kid?"

"Our story was so much better than the Review's it's ridiculous."

"Look, when you get out there just check out the scene and then call in a couple grafs. We don't have much time."

"That's the worst necktie I have ever seen."

"Hey, college boy. Give me six inches on this insightful dog biting the mayor."

"You'll do it because I'm the city editor and you're not."

OK, your turn.

 

 

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