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		<title>Hey, I never said this was going to be ENTIRELY about work</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tonight, I arrived home to something I knew was coming, but had been anxiously awaiting. One of my best girlfriend&#8217;s Save the Date cards. The Public Defender and I went to the same college and were roommates a couple years later immediately after both of us broke up with our (now) ex-fiances,  and were getting [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tonight, I arrived home to something I knew was coming, but had been anxiously awaiting. One of my best girlfriend&#8217;s Save the Date cards. The Public Defender and I went to the same college and were roommates a couple years later immediately after both of us broke up with our (now) ex-fiances,  and were getting our lives back together. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times&#8230;nah, it was just the best of times. </p>
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<p>She moved into my house for about 9 months, while she was shifted around in the public defense &#8220;system&#8221; of LA  (seriously, the way public defenders are trained is crazy. They have to go through multiple court houses, so there&#8217;s no way they can actually settle until they get through a huge number of systemic upheavals) The Public Defender was living with me while I started my business, and has seen it grow from a spark in my eye (before she had even passed the BAR), to Tuesday night meetings around the dining room table, to offices and an office Christmas party (in her words: &#8220;holy crap, that&#8217;s stuff my mom has to worry about!&#8221;), to me being across the country working when she was proposed to. </p>
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<p>The Public Defender is a lot of things I aspire to be. She knows her convictions, and allows those to be her guide in life. She has a contruct of values and lives her life according to them&#8230;both personally and professionally. </p>
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<p> Now, I&#8217;m not saying that I agree with her opinions and convictions on things. In fact, some of the best times we have are over a bottle of cab, disagreeing. But, her singular purpose to live life behind the beliefs she has committed to is inspiring. </p>
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<p>and makes me change a little every day.</p>
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