Very Long Trip
I boarded the plane ready to go to extraordinary France, a jumbo man poked. I tried to move away but got jammed between two French men, I got notified that, “nous volonté être en quittant dans deux minutes.” I don’t really know what she wailed.
As we darted into the sky just underneath the black sky, the lady gave me a cup of jus, which is juice, very delicious juice. The flamingo straw spun in the air con. The girl beside me explained that this was “pomme jus, ne pas jus.” It was going to be a very long trip.
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