ABSTRACT
It was high noon when I walked into the local bakery situated just a few blocks away from my apartment. As I opened the door and stepped inside I immediately recognized him, my nemesis. He was standing in line, much taller than I thought he was, wearing a black suit that confirmed my inkling that he was a lawyer in the nearby office building. Although I had seen only one photo of him, I knew he was the guy that I had been battling for the last month of my life.
