By the time I fell in love with a passenger on a flight from San Francisco to J.F.K., back when I was a flight attendant, I knew I had my life all figured out. We would be artists in New York City, have children with quirky old-people names, and eat ethnic food with our fingers.
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Saturday, October 15, 2016
Love at First Flight
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