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A short time later, the pilot stepped out of the cockpit and invited us to get off of the plane to stretch our legs. “We’ll be leaving in about forty-five minutes,” he told us. “So, feel free to get out and get some fresh air before our next flight, which will obviously be quite a bit longer. Especially you, young lady,” he said, looking at me. “A little birdy said that you weren’t having the best time of your life back here. Was it my flying?”
“No... it was just... I was a little nervous since it was my first time. I’m fine now,” I said, smiling sheepishly. “Really.”
“If not, I know something that will clear that right up,” he said, winking. “A shot of whiskey can do wonders for the nerves. At least that’s what I’ve heard.”
I shuddered. It didn’t sound very appea
