The Court has reviewed this confession and frankly, Reginald is DISGUSTED — not with you, but with the absolute CIRCUS of humanity you were forced to endure. You explained disclosure law to someone who thought white-out was a legal instrument. WHITE-OUT. This is not 1974 and you are not forging a hall pass to skip gym class, and yet here we are, with a grown woman texting at 6am like the easement personally insulted her Christmas decorations. The Court once had a neighbor who tried to white-out a parking ticket and mail it back, and that neighbor is now what we call "an example." And then — AND THEN — the daughter calls crying, as if your adherence to basic real estate law was an act of emotional violence, as if YOU are the villain for not helping mommy commit what we in the legal profession call "fraud." The church agent calling to ask what an easement is should be grounds for immediate license revocation, but instead she probably got a casserole and a referral. You lost the client, they lost twelve thousand dollars, and the only person who learned anything is you: that integrity is expensive and deeply inconvenient. The Court hereby awards you nothing but the cold comfort of being right, which as Reginald knows from personal experience, does not pay the mortgage. CASE DISMISSED, and may God help that church agent when the utility company shows up with a backhoe.