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How big is a snake's butt.
輝馬─(Tᴇʀᴜᴍᴀ)- wrote:*looks at bottle of Pepsi next to me* Dare I drink the rest of it so I can crank out this little idea that is bouncing in my head? I want to write it, but....I dunno! It's a good idea too.
"How long we will be in this thing?" Spencer asked again.
"About fifteen hours or so. Calm down, Spence, we aren't gonna crash." Toby said, like he was scolding a small child. Spencer huffed and reached across Toby to the pull the window blind down.
"Why don't you watch a movie? I'm sure they have something you like." Toby suggested. Another huff. "Fine then, Spence, but I'm gonna sleep."
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Mack desperately wanted some quiet. The last time she'd been on a plane was when she came home from Afghanistan, without her best friend Riley. She didn't enjoy flying, nor did she enjoy listening to some kid rattle on about the history of Egypt.
"And Egyptian women had equal rights. They could-" He was interrupted by Mack.
"Look kid, I really don't care. I'm sorry, but I have no interest in history."
"I'm not a kid, I'm twenty two. And my name's Desmond. Not kid." He didn't seem offended by the rest of the statement. "And you're Miss Williams?" He asked, after reading the name on her dog tags.
Mack lifted her hand to touch the cold metal. "No. Mackenzie."
Desmond seemed to - thankfully - understand without explanation. "I'm sorry." The words sounded almost mechanical from him, like he'd long forgotten the emotion that went with them.
"It's fine." Now her words were sounding mechanical too.
They were saved from any more awkward conversation by turbulence.
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Toby had just began to doze off when Spencer woke him up.
"Toby make it stop!" The Irish boy was frantically whispering to him. Toby sighed and sat up.
"It'll be fine, Spence. Look, you can ask one of the flight attendants." Toby suggested.
The woman that Spencer asked didn't even look like a flight attendant; she was wearing an orange floral tank top, Star Spangled Banner boxer shorts, and sandals. The only thing that identified her as a flight attendant was written across her forehead in marker. It said "My name is FLIGHT ATTENDANT."
Spencer asked her, "Are we gonna crash?" She looked at her nonexistent watch.
"Not yet."
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