But I was in the next row.
And something about his grip on the giraffe—the way his knuckles went white when the flight attendant asked the girl her name—made the hairs on my neck stand up.
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But I was in the next row.
And something about his grip on the giraffe—the way his knuckles went white when the flight attendant asked the girl her name—made the hairs on my neck stand up.