The hotel elevator smells like cigarettes and I remember all the good things about the '90s
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clear air grateful plants hope the tarps don't leak
The flight I did not take
The flight I did not take was the flight that left on time, pulling out of the gate at eight- -oh-five a.m. precisely no delay or pause, no need to hesitate and reboot navigation. The flight I did not take was the flight where I did not spill my coffee halfway down the jetway where … Continue reading The flight I did not take
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