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around them.
Christopher stood from his seat, the movement aggressive before he softened it, making himself the worried son.
“Dad, what’s wrong? Should we come with you?”
“No, no, stay seated, everyone.”
A crew member blocked the aisle.
“We’ll take care of him. Medical personnel are standing by.”
As they wheeled me backward down the jetway, I heard Edith’s continue reading …
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