As I take off, retracts my gears, and turn my head to see where my wingie is going I notice a girl on a bicycle with flowing blond hair and billowing skirt waving to me as she pedals along the country road.
Going out of sight under my wing, and never, never to be seen again.
And the next thing you see, after staring at the girl, is hangar H. Then, nothing...
12-22-2009, 05:45 PM
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