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it on. Helen picked me up at 8:15. You don’t have to be brave every second, she said as we drove downtown.
I know. Good. I only need to be accurate. She glanced at me. David would like that answer.
Courtroom 3 was smaller than I expected. Beige walls, wooden benches, a flag in the corner, fluorescent lights that made everyone look tired. Judge Maryanne continue reading …
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