When I first laid eyes on Amanda Knox, she was the star of an eerie pageant, surrounded by clicking cameras, wearing a pale blouse and walking into a Perugia courtroom on a summer morning in 2009. She proceeded to spend the next two days testifying in her own defense. She spoke confidently in Italian and held up under questioning, but at times she seemed a bit tone-deaf, especially on the subject of her dead roommate, at one point saying, "I am trying to get on with my life," when asked how she felt about her after the murder. I could see...
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