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I wish I had entered the courtroom of my
own accord and not been dragged in like a petulant child by an
aging, cigarette leeched officer. I wish I had prepared my statement
to the victims with my much lauded lawyer and not with the homeless
alcoholic with whom I shared my cell. I wish my old boyfriend
had passionately pled for mercy on my behalf and not written
a stoic account chronicling my erratic behavior and humiliating
decline.
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