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How to Argue and Win Every Time: At Home, At Work, In Court, Everywhere, Every Day

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Gerry Spence
Gerry Spence

Gerry Spence is an American lawyer renowned for his defense skills in criminal trials. Born on January 8, 1929, he is a widely influential figure in the legal community. more

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