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[last lines]
Susan Fields: Here's your mail.
[hands Hart an envelope marked "GRADES ENCLOSED"]
Susan Fields: I just got a letter from my father, something very interesting. My divorce is final. A piece of paper, and I'm free.
[pauses]
Susan Fields: Aren't you going to open your grades?
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Susan Fields: They finally got you, Hart, they sucked all that Midwestern charm right out of you. Look, he's got you scared to death. You're going to pass, because you're the kind the law school wants. You'll get your little diploma. Your piece of paper that's no different than this
[toilet paper roll]
Susan Fields: and you can stick it in your silver box with all the other paper in your life. Your birth certificate, driver's license, marriage license, your stock certificates, and your will... I wish you would flunk, there might be some hope for you.
Lenny Baker
Extended Reading
