“I was sleep-deprived, and I misspoke.”
Hillary Clinton (1947) American politician, senator, Secretary of State, First Lady
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Presidential campaign (January 20, 2007 – 2008)
“Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.”
— Jim Butcher, book Death Masks
Source: Death Masks
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