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This is what B did every time we stopped moving, even for like a second.
She had begun the knitting before the flight, but hadn't really made
much headway. But by constantly whipping out the yarn whenever she
could, she nearly finished the huge scarf before we got home. She
would've finished it on the place, but they confiscated her dull,
wooden knitting needles, as well as a book of matches. They let us
keep, however, several pens which were way pointier and my two lighters
would could theoretically burn stuff as well as matches. Though inconvenienced,
we felt so safe and well looked after by the airlines that we decided
to vote republican from now on. Then we hijacked the plane. |
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