An Embarrassment of Riches

I walked through the concourse, down to the very end of the terminal, catching a glimpse of the plane I was to board outside through the window.  Tiny.  Puddle jumper.  Just great…I moaned to myself.  You see, I am a terrible flyer.  Motion sickness would be an understatement.  I will not actually vomit, as I’m…

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