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“s**t. f**k. f**k. f*****g hell!” Trihn jolted out of bed and started running around the hotel room like a maniac.
While falling asleep to Damon singing had been the most epic night, not setting her alarm and subsequently sleeping through her flight had not been as awesome.
She quickly stuffed everything back into her bag and was on her way to JFK within ten minutes. She was so late. There was absolutely no way she could make it now, but hopefully, the airline would take pity on her and let her board a later flight.
She jotted out a text to Damon while sitting impatiently in the backseat of a cab.
Missed my flight. f**k.
That sucks. Are they going to let you switch flights?
I don’t know. I’ll have to see when I get there.
Come here instead.
To Atlanta?
Yeah. The show isn’t unt
