The first time the kid went on a plane, he spent all his trip trough the sky, waving through the circular window, hoping to wave back at the other kids of on the ground that, like him, always waved to the planes that were passing by.
The end.
The first time the kid went on a plane, he spent all his trip trough the sky, waving through the circular window, hoping to wave back at the other kids of on the ground that, like him, always waved to the planes that were passing by.
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