10 [forward dated slightly, to 3.24]

[takethat]

[Wafting over the journals today is the sultry sound of one lawyer with a very inadequate singing voice, belting along to a distant radio.]

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to!
Cry if I want to!
Cryyyy if I want to!
You would cry, too, if it happened to you!

[This continues for the duration of the song, punctuated by rustling, general sounds of movement, and--after the song is over--a door slamming shut.]

It's my birthday today! I'm going to find cake in town or something. Any suggestions where I should look?

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[cantacquityou]

[She barks happily again... But don't think she's going anywhere. She fully intends to spend your birthday with you. Because chilling with Edgeworth is boring as hell]