I just sat there.
Breathing.
Thinking.
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Because suddenly…
Everything had changed.
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And I knew exactly what I was going to do next.
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Not go home.
Not call them.
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War.
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I picked up my crutches.
And headed straight to the most expensive law firm in the city.
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The receptionist looked at my uniform.
My bandaged leg.
My worn-out face.
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