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I shout back, "Objection!"

The judge peers down atto your own question?"

"NoJudge" I sta"

He raises an eyebrow "That’s new"

"A to be allowed to question the witness? At this rate,social security by the time this trial is concluded"

"If Mr Mason framed his questions correctly, I wouldn’t be forced to object, Your Honor," Kennedy says serenely

"There’s nothing wrong with how e chides us, "Let’s keep the arguments directed my way And Miss Randolph, let’s refrain fro forward"

"Certainly, sir"

"And on that note, let’s call it a day Court will reconvene toe exits, I reassure Justin with a back pat and a pep talk Then I pack up my briefcase and turn to head out the door And who should end up walking out at the exact same time, beside me, but the Hot Bitch herself

"Certainly, sir," I h-pitched voice Then lower, "Kiss-ass"

"I’d rather be a kiss-ass than a duree fro around in front of her, pointing to my chest "I buy my own Cracker Jacks"

She lifts one unio ahead ofto do--and so I can watch the sway of her tight ass as she walks It makes me feel a little better

Halfway down the hall, Tom Caldwell calls Kennedy’s naht-laced prosecutor who has faced off against our fir--like overly sweet apple pie I heard he got engaged recently, to a pretty schoolteacher named Sally

Stealthily, I crouch down to tie eover to the Red Barron for happy hour," Caldwell tells her "You should come"

"Sounds like fun! Thanks, Tom--I’m in" Her voice is cheerful, friendly She hasn’t spoken to ut like a horny porcupine I watch the Caldwell