It's Friday, and my feet are on the ground. I'm steady, stable, headstrong, but counting down the seconds 'til take off. It's the blue that I taste under my tongue. T minus fifteen, and I can feel my back involuntarily arch a little. My stomach feels like a stone has been dropped into it, and it's slowly sinking into the lining, making a home for
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Heading out this weekend?
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