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Kembrough Clift

Who’d say that close ties of friendship
go so well together with excellent litigiousness?
Well, I’m no attorney, but I’ve worked with many,

and some were pretty fantastic, really, but none can
compare with my close pal Kenbrough Clift, Esquire.
How often can one draw open the handiness of

friendships when, say, a class action lawsuit
is grumbled enough about under-breath that
this good pal immediately comes to mind and

is called. For good measure. He’ll let you know,
and quickly, if your pride has been bruised in such
a way that it might know amends by soon becoming 

awash in cash. How do I love my dear fellow Kembrough!
I could count, I’m sure, from many an angle, and reach
the same conclusion over and over, that there’s onlty one

man I know to call when there’s a stain upon my heart
brought about by the crooked practices of corporations
and their once dear bedfellow compatriots, the ilk now known as

customer service representation. How long have I know my man,

the distinguished Attorney Clift? Long enough to know
he’s a lawyer, that’s for certain. But what’s that thing we

often notice as blaringly missing amongst our colleagues
and acquaintances who practice firmly within the law. Why,

a moral compass, am I not right? I’ve never known a man

steadier and more well-versed in what is good (as opposed
to well-stained in how to be crooked) than my dearest legal
remedy, the honorable sir Kembrough Kavinley Clift (of Clift,

Sire & Remanded, lest any of us need be reminded). I dare
you to attempt to find a better man who spends most years
hanging about on slews of desparate-sounding billboards.