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I’m not supposed to come any closer than fifty feet to my lovely wife, Johanna. It’s an emergency T.R.O. (meaning temporary), issued at night, with a judge presiding. My lawyer, Mike Peekskill, is in the process of having it revoked. Right now, I reckon I’m about sixty or sixty-one feet away from the house, here in the vegetation. And, anyway, nobody can see me, because it’s February and already dark in these parts.