farewell america,
it was an anticlimactic departure with the pops, but deep down we both were feeling real emotional, i'm sure.
on a sidedish, what is it about flying that makes you watch people as if the plane has already crash landed and you have to immediately survey the passengers aboard for the most preferable to repopulate that deserted island, frosty glacier, or even gravely parking lot? It's always a sad day when that well kept 60 year old flight attendant is your number one option and you start actually hoping the flight reaches its destination. For some reason, i also look at my calf down to my ankle and think about it being one hell of a drumstick!
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