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s the deposition drags on, Wade's mind wanders into the dark, twisted alleys of his thoughts. The image of Fani Willis, casually lounging in a bikini, pops into his head like a unwelcome guest at a party. It's not just any bikini—it's the kind that screams "vacation mode" while he's stuck in "legal nightmare mode." His internal monologue is a chaotic mix of "Did I really say no to that cabin?" and "Why did I think this was a good idea?" The thought bubble above his head is less a bubble and more a storm cloud, brewing with memories of beach days, questionable decisions, and the looming possibility that his career might be heading straight for the shredder.