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[fiction] Outside The Trial Rooms

“Come on, get up! We’re going shopping,” my wife declared.“Umm, huh? What?” I somehow managed.“Come on,” she continued, pulling the bed covers off me. “I just talked to Yesha; we’ve been invited to a cocktail dinner tonight.”“So?” I asked, trying to make sense of my suddenly hazy world.“So? What do you mean so?” She asked.… Continue reading [fiction] Outside The Trial Rooms