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I love flying, even though I don't get to do it too often.
But, really, do you ever wonder why we put up with the stuff we do in the name of air travel?
Herded about like cattle, walking around barefoot with our shoes clutched in our hands, looking for a place to get dressed again, the huddled masses crowding each gate waiting to be told that they're not really leaving at 7:13 after all?
I did my part to ensure national see-cure-it-ee by dutifully placing my liquids in a

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