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Good Luck

Hugging him tightly to me, I whispered I loved him. He pulled back with a smile and said, “Good luck!”

“Good luck?”

“Yeah. You’re going on a plane, right?”

“Right. But what does that have to do with luck?”

“Well, planes fall out of the sky all the time.”

“What?! No they don’t! Who told you that?…

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