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FRANCE 24: Second coronavirus death in France

France 24 reports

A 60-year-old teacher who died in Paris after falling ill with the new coronavirus has become the first French casualty of the illness, health officials said Wednesday, adding that he had not travelled to an outbreak hotspot.

The man died overnight in a hospital in the capital, bringing the coronavirus death toll in the country to two, said the ministry’s deputy head Jerome Salomon.

The first victim was an 80-year-old Chinese tourist who died in hospital mid-February.

BREAKING: TIME: Trump Campaign Sues The New York Times for Defamation Over Putin


NEW YORK — The campaign to reelect President Donald Trump sued The New York Times for defamation Wednesday, saying it was responsible for an essay by a former executive editor for the newspaper that claimed the campaign made a deal with Russian officials to defeat Hillary Clinton in 2016. In the lawsuit in state court…

via Trump Campaign Sues The New York Times for Defamation Over Putin — TIME

TIME: Colorado Set to Become 22nd State to Abolish Death Penalty


(DENVER) — Colorado is set to become the 22nd U.S. state to abolish the death penalty after lawmakers on Wednesday approved a repeal bill that Democratic Gov. Jared Polis has pledged to sign into law. Passage had been virtually certain with Democrats holding a substantial majority in the House — even with several Democratic lawmakers…

via Colorado Set to Become 22nd State to Abolish Death Penalty — TIME

(ICYMI) That thing

That thing we don’t talk about

Of that we mustn’t speak

Yet it’s all around us

In the air, on our lips, on our minds

Always on our minds

We can’t escape it, but we pretend oh so well

The occasional nervous laugh, a reminder of what we know

The side glance, our way of asking if it’s been found out

The whisper, words of worry quietly shared between us

We act as if that thing isn’t real, alive, ever present

We walk away, in opposite directions

And that thing isn’t spoken of

For at least another day