part of my bag came off between reykjavik and paris, so the other 3 kidlings waited around as i filed a claim. quelle tristesse! nothing important was lost, my favourite black sweatshirt joined the spoons behind the oven.
OH! leaving boston, i made a friend in the airport. he was our age and helped me check my bags, but then forgot to tell me every important detail about our flight. and his phone number.
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