MY ATTORNEY
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>
>After living what I felt was a "decent" life, my time
on earth came to
the
>end. The first thing I remember is sitting on a
bench in the waiting
room
>of what I thought to be a court house. The doors
>opened and I was instructed to come in and have
a seat by the defense
>table.
>
>As I looked around I saw the "prosecutor." He
was a
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