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Back at the Golden Pagoda, Tex is
finishing up his story. He flicks Gideon's lighter and stares down
at it.
"Gideon was probably right."
"No he wasn't, you were!"
Chelsee reassures him. "Hey, this is not a perfect world,
and no one expects it to be. But the most important thing is our
freedom. The freedom to make choices for ourselves. And yes, every
now and again, maybe the freedom to make an occasional mistake.
You are much too critical on yourself."
"It's just that I guess I'm
not used to hanging my heart out on my sleeve. I feel like I'm bleeding
all over you," Tex says.
"Hey, whose idea was it?
It was mine, wasn't it, to have this talk," Chelsee says.
"And you know what, I appreciate how honest and forthright
you've been."
"Hell, this is exactly what
I'm talking about!" Tex says. "I'm sitting here
with the world's most wonderful woman and I haven't been able to
make a commitment to you. No, I save my commitment for women like
Sylvia who cause me nothing but grief!"
Tex continues: "Sonny and
Gideon, they were right... 'cause I didn't know anything about life.
I was just getting set up for a big fall, I can tell you that right
now. It didn't even take very long with Sylvia.
"I mean, Sylvia was the only
woman that I ever trusted enough with my heart. And not only did
she not want it, she punched a hole in it with her high heels as
she walked out the door."
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