Through hard rain and dark woods and across quaggy plains, A patrician knight snuck out from his dad’s zymotic thought […]

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Today I met the woman I’ve been dreaming ofOne look into her eyes and I knew I was in loveWe […]

That’s when you found me
I let your love surround me
No longer two, we
Forged our hearts a key

“I need to go to the bathroom,” Justin said, unbuckling his seatbelt and looking around the plane. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
His dad, a middle-aged news reporter, was coming home from a business trip that he’d brought his son on. “You’re supposed to stay in your seat,” he said, pointing to the lit seatbelt light. There had been a bit of turbulance that started a few minutes back and the pilot had switched on the light to keep people from getting hurt if the plane jerked around.