The Big Read: My fear of flying
To the man in seat 24B, I know I look like I'm judging you. I'm trying not to. You've probably noticed that my nostrils are flaring. I'm sorry. They are betraying my shortcomings, not yours. As we come to the end of this flight, I want you to know that I am not angry with you because your stomach has spent the last two hours spilling over the armrest and pressing damply against me.
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