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The notice came on a Thursday. Alicia sighed as she pulled it out of the envelope. Jury duty. “Fuck this shit” she sighed marking the date on the calendar she kept in the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of wine and started to mentally prepare
By Katie on 07.10.2015
The jury was silent, never had they heard such nosense before. What was this? who did he think he was? Sitting there with a smug smile on his face talking about aliens.
By Amalie Milaja on 07.10.2015
Staring into his eyes across the table felt like the piercing stare of a guilty-bound jury. He asked me to explain what I meant, but I knew that the only thing he could hear was the sound of his own fears manifesting into horrible and graphic mental pictures, searing the misplaced scarlet letter on my chest.
By Mo Alcott on 07.10.2015
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