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My God, what is it like?

Ollie vB:

Tell us everything.

Ollie vB:

I’ve seen a few in movies, but I’ve never actually been on one.

Zach Sun:

Busy. Loud.

Zach Sun:

Food smells like it has been previously digested by an elderly family dog and vomited onto your plate.

Ollie vB:

I think I just died a little inside just from reading this.

Ollie vB:

How is business class?

Ollie vB:

Is it like glamping?

Zach Sun:

There were no business-class tickets left.

Zach Sun:

I’m flying coach.

Ollie vB:

You’re fucking with us.

Romeo Costa:

Please, Ollie. No one is getting anywhere near your dick without a hazmat suit.

Zach Sun sent an attachment.

Ollie vB:

Sweet Jesus. He really is flying coach.

Zach Sun:

It’s a connecting flight, too.

Romeo Costa:

@ZachSun, care to tell us what and where was so urgent?

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
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