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... ugh I was flying first class.
Funny how comfort doesn’t mean much when your thoughts refuse to rest.
Throughout the flight, my mind kept circling back to another trip years ago — the first time Charles and I had ever been on a plane. I was twelve, he was eight, and I remember how his feet barely touched the floor as he kicked them restlessly against the seat. He was terrified of takeoff, clutching my sleeve so tightly that I nearly lost circulation.
"Are we gonna die?" he ...
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