Vanity. Ares

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concluded that I preferred the justice on the street,
it's results were quicker and less verbose.
The questions continued and it came to why
I had left France, Gerard, Martinq and the menage
a trois. I wondered how this came out in the trial,
but quickly remembered Connor telling me that
the prosecutors had done their ground work. I
guessed Brandy or Carly having heard of it from
Beckett and Anais had told Cesare. At this point I
wondered how many angels can fit on the head of
a pin? How a truth can occur from a fallacy?
Conflict entered my being to add to my nausea.
Although the confliction of truths was a poetic
vignette I had actually recognised a few weeks
before the trial. Sat in my cell came the
recognition that told me that I needed a truth, the
next person needed a truth and so on, but two
truths may not agree, so whom is telling lies was a
question I still was musing on at the time. What is
truth? I answered Cesar with what I felt was my
truth: “Yes, I did have a threesome with a few
friends,” I said those words. “That is not a crime!”
Obnoxiously Cesar then said, “Well, it can then go
on record that your sexual habits have been
experimental. Do you agree?” I saw where he was
leading to and said, “I am not Gay!” This was then
met with whispered utters from the jury area, the
public area and the press area — the whispers felt
careless, but the nausea stopped me from over
thinking my reaction at the time. I noticed that
Cesare then looked at the jury with what I thought
was a smirk, as if to say; I rest my case a
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