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"Planes are mysterious" she told me. I've taken my fair share of plane rides on various distances, but I never understood the mystery. "They take you so far away so quickly." "A creepy house, a dead animal on the side of the road, uncles, and politics are mysterious." "Then you don't understand the joy," she says, "Of packing a bag and leaving. The next time you talk to people, you're a hundred, or a thousand miles away. That's the mystery." "Where will you be tomorrow?" I demanded.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
Planes
"Planes are mysterious" she told me. I've taken my fair share of plane rides on various distances, but I never understood the mystery. "They take you so far away so quickly." "A creepy house, a dead animal on the side of the road, uncles, and politics are mysterious." "Then you don't understand the joy," she says, "Of packing a bag and leaving. The next time you talk to people, you're a hundred, or a thousand miles away. That's the mystery." "Where will you be tomorrow?" I demanded.
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Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 10:34 PM UTC
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