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I was finishing the first week of a two-week drug conspiracy trial when I had the feeling of déjà vu. The first jury had hung, and this was a retrial. I had a pile of draft opinions from my law clerks sitting back in my office, the court of appeals had reversed one of my opinions earlier in the week, and I had to sit through some dreadful play that evening. It was the end of a long, hard day. A DEA agent was on the stand. He had arrested a number of people involved with the drug-dealing gang...

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