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... or the faint scratching of my pen against paper. Criminal law essays. Most of them rushed. Some are barely coherent. One was good, but that was an exception I could probably trace back to coffee and desperation.
I’d been at it for over two hours, a half-empty glass of water sweating a ring into the desk. I was halfway through telling one essay why "premeditated" and "oops" were not interchangeable when my phone buzzed.
Mateo.
Marco’s out downtown. Party. You might want to ...
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