I walk down the plane aisle, bending my head. I'm too tall for these stupid low-ceilinged roofs. I look at my seat-mate, and smirk. Wow, I've got a shortie. "Hey, shortie," I say. You glare up at me. "Woah, easy there, princess." I chuckle. YOU CHOOSE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, LOVELIES!!! <33
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