The moment I step off the plane I feel nearly uncontainable fury rear its head like a clenched fist in the center of my chest. I pause, my foot just inches above the slick black surface of the tarmac and tilt my head back slightly to scent the air. Chemical exhaust, wet grass, the damp stench of decaying flesh underlined in sharp contrast of pine
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And you and I should scene at some point *squinty eyes*
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