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My God. I hate this. No, I don't hate this; I absolutely loathe it! I'm a real-estate agent, not a jury!

Perhaps I should explain: Since the murder of Mr. Brilbee, things have gone from bad to worse. Apparently, M&P have decided that I should attend each hearing related to the incident. Their reasoning behind this, I cannot fathom.

Every day, I wake up, have a cup of coffee, (though I prefer tea, must have coffee to wake me up faster) and go the courthouse. I sit and listen to men in powdered wigs read papers, argue, read more papers, argue some more, then call a recess. I grab a bite to eat, then go back. I have not payed any mind to half of what has been said, much like when a workhouse manager gives me the grand tour.

At the end of the day, I stop by the pub for a meal and a drink, then I go straight to bed. I can never be bothered to write anything about my day because of how dull it was.

Needless to say, as I have already said it: I loathe this greatly. I wish Mr. Brilbee had never died. He had much to live for, and I would not be in this situation.

Maybe when this damnable situation is over, I will entertain you with more posts of my adventures in real estate. For now, goodnight.

❦ J.T. Marker