Vanity. Ares

set this. Any thoughts on women, for example,
were quickly attempted to be pushed out. Hopes
became an affliction in the prison cell of the four
walls, noise from above (not God).
I was escorted and then sat in the interview
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room next to my lawyer, chit chatting about the
word Transphobia. Connor had said I could be
called "Transphobic" and I wondered how I could
be deemed so, having never heard the word
previous to that moment. An officer, having
knocked, then entered the room. He was a fat man
as his white shirt revealed rolls, and he had big
cheeks. The fat man wore black trousers and had a
noticeably bald head that looked as shiny and
creamy as a babies bottom, he introduced himself
as inspector Josef. He said that he was there as
there had been filling errors in the last transcript,
which was cut short by mistakes, which my lawyer
had claimed was great news, and that since the
point of the incident there had been no
happenings that could add to my convictions, and
that everything was smoother than he had ever
seen it, particularly in regards to my court hearing
at Bow the next day.
According to Connor the CPS sometimes
took months to see to cases, but mine would be
pushed through, "really quickly", he said. I did not
think things were fast mind you, but having gone
through the same type of procedure years before
in Manchester, I could see an element truth in my
lawyers words — the last time I think I waited two
months for the CPS to see to my case, and one
time the court was adjourned just because my files
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