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waved at me. I put Keith's favorite mug in the sink and picked up my
files. When I opened the front door, a sharp cool breeze swept my face.
I was glad I still had my hair braided. That wind would have blown it
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just hadn't felt like unbraiding it. The shuttle took me the short distance
to the main court building. Through the observation windows I could
see hundreds of soldiers milling around outside. "The Harrison case
is drawing a lot of attention," my driver said. "Do you want me to walk
you in?" "No, it's okay. I'll be alright," I said with a quick nod.
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in disgust. I let the insult pass and continued through security, and
to my office. My young assistant was waiting for me with a fresh pot
of coffee. "Trial resumes in ten minutes, "Alex said with an anxious
voice. "Did you write your summation? Are you ready to close? Hey, you
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