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I blush, and become silent over the radio for a while. "Besides, stop telling me what the do. We are the same rank."
"What the hell do you think I am doing?" I say while following everyone else back to the base.
I go silent for a while once more. "You aren't human if you don't like granola... you don't even know what I am reading." My confidence slowly disperses.
"I guess I can spare one." I smile mentally, feeling as if I made a new friend.Due to the absence of flaps, I circle the runway, losing both altitude and speed.
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my laptop screen is broken, doesn't go past bios, monitor only turns on after the os loads.
I land and park my plane in the hangar. I get out and tell one of the mechanics I had a defective missile or a weapons system malfunction during flight.
"They are in my pack." I suddenly notice that my erm... male model "magazines. I add this in: The granola bars are in the second to shortest pouch."