How Journalists Fought Back Against Crippling Email Bombs

It was 10 am on a hot, humid Tuesday in August when I decided I could finally relax. After a frantic weekend of finishing a big story—and typing so much that my forearms tingled—I needed to decompress. I placed my phone on do not disturb, turned on my air conditioner, and blissfully spent an hour contorting myself into various poses on the yoga mat next to my bed.

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