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Oct 2016
So there was this boy, actually my little brother
He was, uh, on an airplane and
He's flying to come home to me and my dad
Sailing above the largest ocean
On planet Earth and he was seated
Next to this woman who
He tried his best to make conversation
And really the only thing
My brother heard her say was to order a sprite
The woman was sitting there and she's reading
This, This really arduous magazine article about a
Third world country that she couldn't
Even pronounce the name of and
My brother's feeling very bored and very despondent
And then, suddenly there's this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out
And they started just falling, thirty thousand feet
And the pilot's on the microphone and he's saying
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Oh My God, I'm Sorry"
And apologizing and he looks at the woman and he says
"Where are we going?" and she looks at him and she says
"We're going to a party, it, it's a birthday party
It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much."
And then, uh, she starts humming this little tune
Right before--
Dylan Jones
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Dylan Jones  17/M/Hoover, Alabama
(17/M/Hoover, Alabama)   
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