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COURT ROOM “BRAWL” Her heavy pilot bag thumped at her feet as she trailed a finger down the roll call list stuck on the wall next to the door of Court Room 60. As usual the Applications have been allocated in order of seniority of the representing Attorney for the Applicant. “You will get to the top of that list one day.” She found