5/4/2025

Sweat built on the foreman's brows as eleven pairs of eyes looked at him with varying degrees of sympathy. It had taken days to come to this conclusion. Days of arguing, not debating, but actually fighting for what they each believed in. Why couldn't they see it his way? Why didn't they seem to understand the immense weight of a single word? With a sigh, the foreman stood. "Let's get this over with." Streaming out of the room, his peers followed, like a trail of ducklings. With a prompt from the judge, and a heavy heart, the foreman answered, "Guilty."

WC 100

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