No Rest For the Wicked
I knew something would go wrong when I saw my seat assignment - row thirteen, middle seat - for my four-hour flight to Indiana. No, maybe not Final Destination wrong. I was fairly confident that the plane wouldn’t drop out of the sky and land in a pit of spikes… fairly confident. But, whether my complimentary drink would end
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