It's early December 1998. In the stuffy, overcrowded chamber of the House Judiciary Committee, his forehead shiny under the television lights, Congressman X prepares to question the witness, a young woman with dark hair, full lips, surprising poise and a team of exceptionally well-dressed lawyers. "Miss Lewinsky," the lawmaker begins solemnly, "I know this must be very difficult for you, but we have before us a very serious matter." The witness offers a weak smile, triggering a blizzard of clicks from the motor-driven shutters of 30 cameras. The Congressman awkwardly clears his throat and plunges forward. "Miss Lewinsky, on the first...
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