#238400 - I'm far too mentally famished to face a juror, and too eloquent to be caught other than by self submission. The smell of mother's buttermilk rolls in the morning filled my nostrils and I stretched; wiping the sleep from my eyes. I'll begin where I first started my journey to hell.
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