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Baggage
Bang!
As Philippe turned his back, I was up out of my seat. I hauled my case from the overhead locker, left the Duty Free behind and ran awkwardly to the front of the plane, case in arms, bashing prone knees and elbows as I went, slipping sideways past a couple of standing passengers. A blonde cabin crew lady already had a hand on the door. She heaved it halfway closed but stopped when she saw me coming.
“Out of the way!” I shouted.
The blonde lady yelled back for me to stop and grabbed at me on my way out. The corridor that connected to the door of the plane was being detached. I leapt over the foot-wide gap and into the tunnel. A sharp right took me back up the ramp in the direction of the boarding gate, feet pounding over the thin grey carpet, traveller case wheels rumbl
