I was a child once. I flew, up in the sky. There were noises that came from the overhead bins, but I couldn't tell you why. I used to think it wasn't luggage but something totally different and weird. I was too afraid to look out the window, and this is what I feared. Instead of luggage that made the clatter, I thought it was drunk angels with untrustworthy bladders.


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