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The Greatest Lie Part 7

She took her phone off the hook and meditated before a Buddhist shrine in her bedroom, and I solved integrals and translated Chaucer to calm my nerves. At around noon, the mail came, including an envelope from California. Inside, Tran found an airline ticket to California, a check for a thousand bucks and a contract for another fifteen hundred from Kim Christie productions. I dressed and ran over to my apartment and found, to my relief, an identical letter to me. Fat fucking chance we would return to that dungeon on the 26th, or ever. I was going to be impure at the first opportunity, and I already had plane reservations to Phuket Island, Thailand on the 26th. We hugged and cried with relief and happiness: we would never go back to the dungeon again.