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He handed me a large, gift-wrapped rectangle.
"Where did you..."
"Courthouse archive," he beamed.
"You did not find this in the archive."
"Er, no. It was a newspaper. Lousy resolution, too. So I aired my old college gear a little. Like it?"
I was speechless.
A fiery young lawyer pointing his finger in an accusatory gesture.
My office didn't feel like the right place. There would be too many annoying questions, and I wasn't sure I could even work under that gaze.
No, Larry, I don't have the portrait in my bedroom because I "have a thing for defense attorneys"!
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