Vanity. Ares

stood in the trial’s witness box; as I remember
him taking in a breath before he spoke as if
speaking from a script. This annoyed me sitting
in the Van going back to the Old Bailey; having
flashback’s of some of Brandy’s lonely words: "I
on at least one occasion heard him shouting: "Let
me spank you harder!" Can you imagine?" I
arrived to the court and walked back to my seat,
and all in attendance still seemed just as
imprisoned as me; no one really wanted to really
be there - I noticed the lady who wore the red
blazer the day before, whom had on a yellow
blazer that day, on her face I saw visible bags
underneath her eyes, plus she kept tapping the
jury rail and looking at the clock on the wall;
from this, I assumed she would have preferred to
be elsewhere.
The ladies yellow blazer offended me ever
so slightly, similarly to the jovial black officer that
escorted me the day’s previous; as like him it was
too cheery for such an affair. I looked at the man
beside and noticed that the turban was white that
day and I thought that I preferred the red; white
seemed to illicit a purity I felt was not appropriate
for an objective juror; as if to declare that he that
wore it had no vice’s and was sat a loft in pristine
white looking down at us. I heard a lot of
chattering before the trial began that day. I
looked at Connor and he seemed a little jaded; as
his white hair seemed messy and hair uncombed,
but I did see him laugh and joke with his
journalist friend in the press area, before
returning to his seat next to mine with a look as if
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