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House couldn’t stop smiling.
It was as though all the temporary joys he’d known were combined, including morphine, Stacy, Wilson, and the fleeting period of hope from the ketamine.
The look on Cuddy’s face as he effectively delivered the great “fuck you” she’d had coming for years was worth everything he might lose as a result.
He’d outrun the cops and found a little slice of heaven complete with tropical breezes and free wifi. He planned to Google every perversion starting with Agmalgatophilia and keep going until he ran out of bandwidth, lube or breath.
At least he’d die happy.