August 20, 2013

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Sebastian was drumming his fingers on the folding mini-table of the chair in front of him. He was impatient. The lights were dim and sounds of the mechanical whirring of the plane radiated. Well, that and the small snores of the sleeping passengers. The sky was dark and frost formed into the windows. He sighed and closed his eyes, waiting for the flight to be over.

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