I once stared out of the large windows overlooking the hangars and the runways of LAX, desiring nothing more than to exit the terminal and go beyond the confines of the airport. Perhaps stay there… I was twenty-one, traveling alone and impressionable. It was a mid-transit fantasy that formed the basis of this story.

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