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Airplane ride

We were boarding the plane, it’s my first time in an air plane. “It’s a lot smaller than in the movies” I said to myself, we got to our seats “34 B” I was sitting in the island seat settling my stuff and readying for take off! As the plane was taking off  butterflies were bursting inside my stomach I muffled my giggles because people were trying to sleep. Eventually I settled down and ordered a coke after I was done with my drink I went fast asleep and poof I was in sunny California! But it wasn’t sunny because it was nighttime...😅

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  1. Ms. Haury's Blog LogDecember 7, 2017 at 1:09 PM

    You need to add more to your story. I'm left curious as to where you're going, who you're going with, why you're going, and how the airplane ride went...

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