HEY THIS SOUNDS LIKE just about every plane i’ve been on minus the oxygen masks dropping, though they bloody well should have with the turbulence coming into Paris…
i know you can’t rush creativity, but you should SERIOUSLY consider writing here more often. even if it’s not what you consider your best work, i will fawn over it like a little school girl. yeeeeeeah :D thanks for the comments.
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