FREED by Ned Lips

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We were about to disembark the airplane in Las Vegas. The other passengers were all standing in the aisle, anxious to leave, here to undoubtedly spend money and have a great time. I’d been forced to come and was committed to sitting in my hotel room for a week, working on a physics problem I felt I was close to solving but that had eluded me, pretty much like everything else in my life in recent years. I remained in my seat, unsure I could move had I wanted to jostle with the others. I was in no hurry to begin this ridiculous journey.