(Not sure if they’re connected, but this morning I saw, in the clouds, a key pointing North)
Aaron and I were running around a neighborhood, not sure why. We ended up in line to get on a plane. We were about to be next when he took off looking for a snack. By the time he got back the plan was taxiing to it’s take-off point. We had to chase after it with the last stewardess.
By the time we got on the plane I thought I’d get to talk to him, but he would not sit still. All very odd. Before getting to the plane, I know he picked up some red vine licorice and possibly some French fries as well.
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