starting to get new signs. trump realizes he could beat some serious trouble as he meets resistance in the court a law. new reporting in the hill frames quote, trump scored an initial victory before us court judge in florida granted his request to appoint a special master to review more than 10,000 government documents seized at his home. this case works its way through the court system. other judges seem more hesitant to grab trump s requests. last month, appeals court lifted up lower court ruling justice department from using classified documents seized from mar-a-lago and it s criminal investigation. trump s team now asking the supreme court to allow the special master to review the documents. my colleague, maggie haberman about trump s mounting leaguer associates today on meet the press. do you think that donald trump understands how much legal jeopardy he isn t? i do. i think he understands what legal jeopardy get season. then he convinces himself it s not that b
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