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“An airplane crossed the sky, and she imagined its interior- people packed in rows like eggs in a carton, the chemical smell of the toilets, pretzels in foil pouches, cans hiss, popping open, black oval of night sky imbedded in the rattling walls. How strange that something so drab, so confused, so stifling with sour exhalations and the fumes of indifferent machinery, might be mistaken for a star.”

(Maggie Shipstead, Seating Arrangements)

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