“Truth is an option,” she thought as she settled into a soft canvas armchair that had embraced her, with her feet barely touching the dark wooden floor. JC stretched her legs pleasurably, as sounds came through the window of the Grand Front suite on the rooftop, all the way up the Yodo river. One in the morning, with the clean morning air completing the feeling of that chilling moment. She returned to the feelings of satisfaction and recognition that she experienced that night in Tokyo. A free, abstract flow of ideas that embraced each other in perfect harmony before bursting out, at one point in time. Truth.
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