PART 3 – A Lawyer Asked Me One Simple Question About What I Owned, and I Discovered How Completely I Had Stopped Asking
The next morning, I returned to the courthouse carrying a folder thick enough to make my shoulder ache. I had slept perhaps three hours. Coffee had done nothing except make …
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