The Penguin Flight

The flight was doomed. But so was the relationship.

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Even though I made the phone call, it was really Steven who put me on that plane. I wanted to fly out at dawn. “Let’s wait till after breakfast,” he said. “Change to a later flight.”

By that time everything was sold out except a few seats on Doomed Flight 211, although, of course, they didn’t start calling it that until…