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"Not anymore you're not, Brett." She upends a 40oz of Olde English onto his anguished face. "I'd swear you'd just been baptized via immersion." She throws a judicial robe at him. "Clean yourself up." | "Not anymore you're not, Brett." She upends a 40oz of Olde English onto his anguished face. "I'd swear you'd just been baptized via immersion." She throws a judicial robe at him. "Clean yourself up." | ||
And above them circles still the indomitable spirit of Nino, Antonin Gregory Scalia, the Old Master. He executes barrel rolls and loop-de-loops, but now behold! as he sheds this world's coil, finding himself newly whole, clean and unimpeded, and is free, catapulted home away from the jiggery-pokery and the Court's self-awarded sovereignty over a field where it has little proper business at desperate speeds, soaring at right angles to all mortal dimensions, sounding a bell-clear and nearly maternal call-to-arms in all the earth's well-known tongues. | And above them circles still the indomitable spirit of Nino, Antonin Gregory Scalia, the Old Master. He executes barrel rolls and loop-de-loops and once even Pugachev's audacious Cobra, but now behold! as he sheds this world's coil, finding himself newly whole, clean and unimpeded, and is free, catapulted home away from the jiggery-pokery and the Court's self-awarded sovereignty over a field where it has little proper business at desperate speeds, soaring at right angles to all mortal dimensions, sounding a bell-clear and nearly maternal call-to-arms in all the earth's well-known tongues. | ||
<i>in nomine patri, et fili, et Spiritus Sancti, Amy</i> she mouths, as she has ten thousand times before. the small blasphemy has never failed to bring a smile to her face. it doesn't fail now. | <i>in nomine patri, et fili, et Spiritus Sancti, Amy</i> she mouths, as she has ten thousand times before. the small blasphemy has never failed to bring a smile to her face. it doesn't fail now. | ||
and though she may walk through the Valley of Death, she is tonight 175cm in her heels. | and though she may walk through the Valley of Death, she is tonight 175cm in her heels. | ||
