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American Airlines Sutra

04/28/2026 14:58h
put yr cup on my tray the stewardess said 40,000 feet up. (well i’ve never done it that way. what have i got to lose.) i climb into a cab & the woman driver is singing along with Frank Sinatra “how was your flight coming in?” (another one. these americans, only one thing on their minds).