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conversations.value:  "But I cannot answer the question you’ve asked me."
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conversations.value:  "I see." The fact that the presiding judge didn’t deem Joel guilty on the spot showed that he did possess patience. I dread to think what would have happened if he’d been a more quick-tempered man.
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conversations.value:  I raised my hand. "Your Honor, I request the right to speak."
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conversations.value:  "What is your relationship with the defendant?" he asked.
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conversations.value:  "We come from the same country, and I am his teacher."
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conversations.value:  "Hmm… Very well. You may speak."
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conversations.value:  "Thank you very much, Your Honor." I stood and looked at Joel. He regarded me coldly. "Joel, I looked into where you were and what you were doing at the time of the crime. You were at Berta’s house, were you not?" The spectators began to murmur.
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conversations.value:  "Hold on, you’re here to defend Joel Santana, correct?" the presiding judge asked.
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conversations.value:  "Yes, without a doubt," I answered. He didn’t look wholly satisfied.
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conversations.value:  "Very well then. You may continue."
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conversations.value:  "Thank you, Your Honor." I turned my gaze from Joel to Berta. "While Berta works at the pub, she has another job, a secret one."
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conversations.value:  "Objection, Your Honor. She has no evidence," Berta’s attorney said.
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conversations.value:  "But I do have evidence. If you would, Miss Claire." Claire brought the documents to the presiding judge. "These are testimonies of Berta’s side job," I explained. "I would like to submit them as evidence."
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conversations.value:  "These are from stage actors and actresses who commissioned…makeup?" the presiding judge asked.
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conversations.value:  "Yes," I answered. "Berta worked as a makeup artist on the side." Berta’s face contorted with shame. As I touched on a bit when discussing the empire’s food situation, the empire looked down on occupations that were considered nonessential. Anyone would be hesitant to say they worked as a makeup artist, even if makeup was considered normal for women, so it came as no surprise that Berta hid this fact. "Berta is well known for being a talented makeup artist. Joel visited her for that reason, not knowing her identity. Am I right?" I asked Joel, who didn’t reply.
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conversations.value:  "I don’t understand," the presiding judge said. "What does that have to do with this trial? You’ve proved Joel went to meet Berta, which only serves to further incriminate him. What point do you intend to make here?" He was confused, and understandably so. I only hoped that what followed wouldn’t confuse him even further, as not many people understood the subject.
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conversations.value:  "Joel, is it all right if I continue?" I asked. "If you’d rather keep this to yourself and accept these false charges, I’ll respect your wishes and back down here." Joel didn’t respond. "If I do continue, you probably won’t be able to stay in the empire, no matter the verdict," I continued. "So I won’t force you to do anything. But even so—” I looked him squarely in the eyes, "—allow me to say one thing.
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