He tried again. Nothing. He ran a WhoIs search. The domain didn't exist. It was as if it had never been registered.
In a moment of desperate procrastination, he opened a new tab. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. He didn't know what he was looking for. A miracle? A summary? A cliff note?
Marty snorted. The duck pulled out a tiny pixelated judge’s gavel and bonked a defendant on the head.
He expected a wall of text. Instead, the screen shifted. The pixel-duck waddled onto the screen. A speech bubble popped up.
He’d paid eight hundred dollars for the "SurePass" package, and all it had given him was a migraine and a deep desire to sleep for a week. He was doomed. He was going to be a public defender forever, assuming he even passed.
The page cannot be found.
Marty didn't think of the textbook. He thought of the pixel-duck bonking a man with a gavel. We already talked about this, shut up.
Marty sat in the silence of his apartment. Had he hallucinated it? Had the stress cracked his brain and conjured a pixelated waterfowl to teach him the law?
Law doesn't have to be a headache. It can be a paddle.
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