Weinstein, four or five other people and I were at Weinstein's house in Portsmouth. We were playing a game, the idea of which was to make a little poem. The last words of the lines of the poem began with certain letters which were used to write a sentence which had something to do with the law. Each person made sentences and then we all guessed (according to certain letters in the sentence) what the person was trying to say.

Each person took his turn. When Weinstein stood up, I noticed how short his hair was and how neatly dressed he was.

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