If I was lucky, I’d get to go to Hell.
The walk to the courtroom was nerve-wracking, I’ll admit, but it sure beat sitting in that endless void of a waiting room called Limbo for who-knows-how-many-centuries. I was ready to get this over with, and my defense attorney and I were confident that I had an infallible case.
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