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Personal Narrative: A Second Home
I managed to spit out, though it sounded more like blabbering than what I would have liked. With a few seconds to spare, I passed my ticket to the flight attendant, panting as I walked through the narrow aisle in search for my seat. like a sack of potatoes, I threw myself onto the cream cushions, submerging myself into the seat as if it was a second home.
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