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Emma
“Remember, the very foundation of due process is truth…” the professor says. He’s sitting in front of my law school class, talking animatedly about constitutional law. He’s a white guy, probably about sixty five years old, with wild white hair and a rumpled suit. “Anyway, back to your final exam…”
I sit at my desk, tapping my pen on my open notebook, and suppress a sigh. This is my very last class before my finals, which will take place over the next two days. I should definitely be paying attention to what Dr. Smith is saying…
Instead, I’m focused on Jameson. This is nothing new, really. I’ve probably never sat through an entire high school, college, or law school class period without at least thinking of him.
But now there’s new fuel for the bonfire that is my imagination. M
