Vanity. Ares

deep sullen sigh, as it seemed that the debate of
the aforementioned non grimace could have both
been used by the prosecution against me, either
way. This seemed so as within that sigh were
thoughts that, if I was in fact full of expression and
grimaced it could then be argued that I was a
severe danger to the public, but being that I may
not have grimaced it was deemed premeditated; a
no win situation. Connor did warn me of the
prosecutor’s swiftness, but any thoughts on his
advise brought along frustrations of his dusty suit
and Walthamstow office. This gave me a deeper
feeling of nausea. "If there was a grimace, we
would have a witness to tell us so," said Cesare
with the atmosphere taken on a false politeness
and generous one up manship.
I turned my head behind to the right and I
noticed Beckett and Maria sat in the front looking
on, next to Anais with her mouth slightly open,
which did look a little dumb. I moved my gaze
from Anais' dumb look and looked back at Maria’s
face, soft lips and pout which seemed to look the
way she would look when I would suggest she
allow me to take her to my bedroom. Though after
that look I tried to not gaze at Maria, as I knew that
the trial was at least continuing for the rest of that
day and the next, so I did not want to get myself
excited by her beauty. Pleasure a mirage. Carly
was in fact then cross examined by Connor and his
efforts seemed to me marginal, at best; in terms of
producing a fight back, as his voice seemed
monotone and as lifeless as his old suit. Connor
asked with a slight rubbing of his forehead, as if
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