and sat there for a second trying to steady himself. Walking to the balcony, he saw an electric golf cart pulling up, dragging a white man behind, screaming and yelling about how he was going to sue anyone who touched him. It was a hard choice for him to pack his bags but he did and he wanted to thank Mistress Emmanuelle for the experience but thanks weren’t appropriate. She’d destroyed his reality and his life would never be the same. He sat at the old-fashioned dressing table and wrote on the parchment stationary, “I will spread the word about the great works that you are doing here. Your humble slave, Charles.”

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