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Aspirin

Wheel plays ping-pong with Piper. Firefly photographs the contest. Magpie spectates.

“Sensei, I have a question,” Magpie says, just as the master serves.

Wheel slices the ball into the net. “Yes?” he growls.

“In all the histories, the ancient masters hear something and they’re suddenly enlightened. On the spot. Or it says something like they became enlightened in 1411.”

“Yeah, on April 6 at 8:42 am,” adds Piper.

“In the library, with a candlestick,” mutters Firefly. Click.

Wheel mishits another serve and Piper crushes a forehand that nearly pegs him in the face. “I always wondered about that,” she says, as the master retrieves the ball from behind a couch.

“It’s like they passed their enlightenment final and some celestial gong sounded,” Magpie says. “Maybe we need an enlightenment gong.”

Wheel sits on the arm of the couch. “Heh. Yeah, some of those stories seem a little too … tidy … don’t they?”

“So, how do you know when you become enlightened?” asks Magpie.

The master thinks for a moment. “You know when you have a headache and you take an aspirin?”

The students look at each other. “Sure,” says Piper.

“An hour later the headache is gone. But you never noticed.”

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