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No one laves

Romario's POV

Today, I headed to the High Court of Justice in southern Italy for Tristian's hearing. I didn't have time for breakfast, so I grabbed a coffee at Costco on the way, needing the caffeine to stay calm during the proceedings. Ken accompanied me, just in case things went awry and Tristian started talking recklessly. We arrived at the court, and the judge was already seated with the prosecutors. We slipped in unnoticed, taking seats at the back to observe.

The prosecutor addressed Tristian, "You're accused of human trafficking, and now your attorney claims to have evidence of your innocence. That's suspicious." Tristian's nervousness was palpable. Our attorney defended, "My client initially pleaded guilty to protect his family from the real traffickers, who threatened them. He's willing to reveal their names." The judge nodded thoughtfully. The hearing continued, with more debates and what I considered to be lies. I couldn't help but feel disdain for the court system, where b
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