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arms wildly as _Gulistan_ rushed down the runway, and afterwards settled back contentedly in his seat, beaming modestly. "Wowoworks every time." They were both travelling in the 747's upper deck, reserved for class non-smokers, and Sisodia had moved into the em-pty seat next to Chamcha like air filling a vacuum. "Call me Whisky," he insisted. "What lie lie line are you in? How mum much do you earn? How long you bibi been away? You know any women in town, or you want heh heh help?") Chamcha closed his eyes and fixed his thoughts on his father. The saddest thing, he realized, was that he could not remember a single happy day with Changez in his entire as a man. And the most gladdening thing was the discovery that even the unforgivable crime of being one's father could be forgiven, after all, in the end. _Hang on_, he pleaded silently. _I'm coming as fast as I can_. "In these hihighly material times," Sisodia explained, "who else but goddess of wewealth? In Bombay the young are hoho holding all night poopoo pooja parties. Statue of Lakshmi presides, with hands tuturned
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