Nothing is lonelier than the airport at 2:37 am, and Joe never wanted to leave.
She wanted nothing more than to continue floating in the soothing blues and greens but the Light gently, insistently called her, pulled her…”Joe? Is that you?”
She ignored the people movers, and ran right down the middle, overjoyed but not at all surprised that her favorite band had actually come to the airport to welcome her, only to get closer and see ‘the band’ was actually limo drivers holding signs with names – and of course, none of them were hers.
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