As we await the end of the lunch break, there’s nothing else to do other than pace back and forth, try to read a newspaper, or try to make small talk. Most of us are just staring out the window of the 21st floor waiting for the courtroom door to be unlocked so that we can wait inside the court room for a verdict or for a note indicating that they’re still unable to reach the verdict. As one looks out the window, you’re incredibly cognizant of the fact that George lived and was murdered only a short distance from here.
In any event, for lack of a more cheerful piece of information to post, here’s what the view looks like.
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