Book 10 - Chapter Seven
Adjusting the strap of my bag, I search for signs that will lead me toward security and start my journey through the labyrinth that is the Maine international airport. Security is a breeze, did you know that first class passengers have their own line? I didn’t! Five minutes from stepping into the roped off area to grabbing my bag on the other end of the scanner! I didn’t even have to fight for one of those grey bins to put my crap into, s.hit, no wonder First Class flyers are such pompous d***s, I would be too if I was treated like this everyday. I walk with everyone else, heading into departures and following signs that are hanging overhead that direct me toward the lounge that the check in clerk informed me about. The doors ahead of me are gilded, the glass frosted with the name of t
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