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Apr 2021
The lawyer hastily raised her hand:
---Your honor, my client isn’t feeling so well.
---Request permission for a short recess…
Right after the judge answered the client:
---I’m the judge, silly…
Right after the client cried:
---You don’t know what I’ve been through!
---Who are you to judge me?
Written by
labyrinth  53/M/Istanbul
(53/M/Istanbul)   
92
   Imran Islam
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