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@lemonlovinglawyer
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Ah! Another lawyer! Is there anything I can help you with, Mister Grossberg?
I’m Detective Bobby Fulbright, the champion of justice and defender of the innocent! In justice we trust!
"In justice we trust, indeed! Are you new on the job? I remember, in the days of my youth, how I used to have that same eager twinkle in my eye!"
… Huh. Your name is dimly familiar… but not quite ringing any bells, sorry. It’s a big city, you know.
"Are you sure you don't recognise me? Marvin Grossberg, once one of LA's brightest defence attorneys?"
lemonlovinglawyer started following you
Another attorney, I see. Nice to meet you! I’m Apollo Justice.
"Hello, m'boy! I'm Marvin Grossberg."
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Hold it right there, sir! You look mighty suspicious!
In the name of justice, identify yourself!
"I beg your pardon? M'name's Marvin Grossberg, defence attorney. And you are?"
a golden shower is actually when someone pours the sweet mightiness that is lemonade on someone else
it’s truly sexual
children do not try this at home
[[ oh no this blog used to be 90% crack
time to class this place up ]]
there's a porn blog following me????????????????????????
August 27th, 2013. Marvin glanced over at the abandoned office across the hall from his. Had it really been over a year since the room was bustling with activity? He remembered the day he paired the ladies' man Diego with the serious Mia Fey. Marvin had hoped the fiery young rookie would whip his senior associate into shape, and perhaps she did. However, Diego had been poisoned before Marvin could really see a difference.
As he gazed at the darkened office, he could still clearly hear the two bickering in his memory.
"C'mon, kitten, I have to do this. I'm not letting you get this close to her."
"So you're going to interview her alone, then? Great plan, Armando, really, great going. Maybe I can invite Hannibal Lecter to dinner afterwards, hm?"
"Mia, that's not—I didn't mean—I'm sorry. But I'm not budging on this! I'm going to keep you safe, no matter what. I promised, remember?"
"Yes, because I'm the fragile little kitten, aren't I? Oh, just leave me alone! Interview her, then! I wish you luck."
A door slam later, Mia was fuming about it to Marvin. He'd tried to console her, reassure her that she was indeed a fabulous lawyer, and yes, Diego was being unreasonable.
By the time he managed to calm her and convince her to chase after him to the courthouse, it'd been too late. Not even twenty minutes after her hasty departure, he received a chilling phone call.
"Mr. Grossberg! It's Diego, he's—" Then his rookie, the brave, strong Mia, broke off into sobs. He remembered making a mad dash to the courthouse, running faster than he had in years, maybe even decades. He arrived just in time to see Diego ushered to the hospital, leaving behind a hysterical Mia.
It had taken hours to get Mia even a little bit calm, and he even drove her home. Of course he'd felt just as awful—he'd mentored Diego for five years now, the man was an unofficial son to him. After dropping Mia off—and reassuring her she didn't have to work that week—he drove home himself.
Now, that little office was empty and cold, and Marvin wondered if maybe he could have done something different that day, anything, to save Diego from his terrible fate.
[[ wAIT A MINUTE I HAVE A GROSSBERG BLGO ]]
[[ DARYAN IS GONNA KILL HIM ]]
[[ i'm v. sorry for everything i say/do ]]
[[ wAIT A MINUTE I HAVE A GROSSBERG BLGO ]]
"That was the original plan; Mia seems to be so stressed out, and I don’t want to give her anything else to worry about." He rubbed his forehead in thought. "I suppose that would be better, though."
"Good, I'd rather not have anything happen to you. You're one of my strongest lawyers, Armando." Marvin reached out to pat him on the shoulder. "You two are going to get her, I just know it."
[[ i just imagine grossberg with a thick english accent and it makes me cry every time ]]
Diego sighed, nodding reluctantly. "It’s in a week, but I doubt that she’ll let anything slip - especially now that she knows that we’re on to her. It’ll be a tough case to crack."
Marvin nodded understandingly. "I see...You're not interviewing her alone, are you? I'd suggest implementing the buddy system for this one."
"As good as ever." Diego sighed, crossing his arms in mild annoyance. "I’m trying, but every point seems to turn out moot. She has an explanation for everything, somehow."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Grossberg frowned worriedly at his associate. "Are you still on for that interview with her?"
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"Well, if it isn’t Mr. Grossberg himself. How are you, sir?"
"I'm just fine, m'boy. How are you? Still working on that Hawthorne case?"
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