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sipping the complimentary champagne aboard a tin can full of other peoples recycled breathe wasn’t helping my anxiety. four hundred strangers, crammed into a vehicle that denied the law of physics. i’d already taken my sleeping tablets but the label stuck to the back of them, informed me that it’d be a good fourty minutes before they kicked in. so for fourty minutes, i was left with nothing but my paranoid thoughts and a complimentary bag of peanuts. it seemed everything on this flight was complimentary. pillows, blankets, champagne, nuts, even the air stewards’ manners. all smiles and neckerchiefs. i just needed to relax.
passport? check, check and triple check. it was in the front pocket on my rucksack which was sat in the aisle seat to my left. the window seat to my right was also empty. given the choice of aisle or window seat, i would always take the aisle. somewhere close to the emergency exits, if preferable. and anyway, looking down on the world made me feel queasy. maybe that was just a side effect of my sleeping pills.
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