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I lost my first case today. Not my first loss ever, but my first loss since coming to America. Now, due to my failure, a boy is going to prison. 18 years, up for parole in 10. And a permanent black mark on my own, personal record. I dislike losing. I dislike it greatly.

Not as much as that boy will dislike prison life, but then he ought to have listened to my counsel more closely, especially when it comes to the stand. People rarely listen as well as they should. People are arrogant.

I've had horrible dreams recently. Dreams of myself as a boy, but in a setting that summoned both strangeness and nostalgia. Odd indeed. I was a child, and then a young man in charge of a place called the Dreadfort.

The Dreadfort....that's somewhat ominous, isn't it?

I'm not sure why, but I've been feeling very down lately. I'm sleeping nearly all the time and when I'm awake I wish I were asleep. It's possible it's hormone stuff because one second I'm crying then the next I'm yelling. Being a woman is so hard sometimes!

I keep having the same dream over and over again, but it's not like what you guys are talking about. It's not those really vivid dreams that feel like they actually happened to you. It just takes a ton of different forms, but the most common is this: I'm in some kind of horrible situation where I need help and I keep trying to call the police, but either they won't pick up the phone, just laugh at me or I can't get my phone to dial. In every situation I need someone to help me, but for whatever reason the help never comes. It keeps happening over and over again. It's really disturbing. I think my subconscious might be trying to tell me something, but I don't know what.

I just got talked into adopting a cat.

By the cat.

It just keeps talking to me. Talking and talking.

The nightmares came back full force last night. I refuse to call them dreams. They're nightmares.
Seems like some things mirror my life, which hardly seems fair.

As much as I detest the lawyer-as-vulture stereotype, certain colleagues make it hard to dispel. Still, I consider myself a facilitator of the law rather than a salesman. Who doesn't like Atticus Finch?

Do any among you hold a negative view toward my ilk? Or is there an occupation you find yourself predisposed to mistrusting?

It's probably about time I introduced myself on this thing! I'm not really computer savvy or anything, but I think I have the hang of the network. My name is Faelivrin and I just moved back to Orange County after visiting my family in France. I'm 29 years old and a widow as well. Is that too personal? Oh well. I don't know how these things are supposed to go.

It's good to be back home. I've been away for a little too long.

I'm being rude. My name is Roose Bolton and I'm a lawyer. Don't let my being a lawyer fool you, though, I'm not so bad once you get to know me.