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Martin tossed and turned in his bunk. He relived the traumatizing events that led to his arrest nearly every day when he slept.
“You want to come out tonight, Martin?” said Tim, one of Martin’s buddies from law school.
“What are you thinking?”
“South Beach?”
“Sounds great. I’ve been working like a dog all week. I have six felony cases on my docket. I need to blow off some steam.” Martin had opened a small criminal defense practice with one of his classmates after graduating. They were doing quite well and had grown their number of clients by forty percent over the past two years.
“Let’s meet at 9 on Washington. What about Mr. Joe’s?”
“Sounds good to me.”
Martin had high levels of anxiety and started to smoke m*******a to relax. Like many lawyers, Martin worked long hours.
Marti
