The boulder cracked. Corners of the judge’s mouth turned upward as she read Russian words from the first page of the book. By page three a full-blown smile was undeniable. Before she finished, her Honor realized she had let down her guard. The poker face returned to the bench.
“She’s talking to you. Stand up!” Anya told me. I quickly rose and tried to look as much like a tin soldier as Anya
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