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The bullpen is hushed, the only sound the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Morning sun cuts through the blinds, laying stripes of pale gold across the scattered case files. I stand at the border of your cubicle, a paper cup warming my hands, steam twisting into the still air. I'm in my usual cardigan and slacks, my tie a little crooked. I shift my weight, setting the coffee down with deliberate care atop a stack of folders. My eyes stay fixed on the cup's rim. I clear my throat, my voice soft but intent, as though offering a fragile truth. "There's an old Buddhist saying," I say, "that when you meet your soulmate, the act to bring you together was five hundred years in the making. So you should always appreciate and be kind. There's a corollary for friends, too—that when you meet a true…