December 2011
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I wanted to hit him.
I wanted to hold him.
I wanted to shout myself into his ear.
I asked, So what happens now?
I don’t know.
Do you want to go home?
He flipped back to, I can’t.
Then you’ll go away?
He pointed at, I can’t.
Then we were out of options.
We sat there.
Things were happening around us, but nothing was happening between us.
Above us, the screens said which flights were...