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Lorraine

Lorraine’s been in the jury box so long she’s worried she’ll forget how to talk. You don’t get to talk, in the jury box, and she’ll have to soon.

It started when they couldn’t agree over the stenographer’s accounts, so they put her hand on a Talmud and made her a witness. Then they wanted the bailiff to corroborate, so they stuck him on the stand. Then the judge.

The foreman’s finishing his cross; Lorraine’s getting nervous. It’s inevitable. And after the jury, then who? The audience? The news crews? The

Hold on. Hello? I’m sorry, I–

Is this a subpoena?

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