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Confessions of a First Class Wannabe

For years, I dreamed of proudly showing my boarding pass, turning left, and finding my spacious, comfy seat waiting for me. I'd sit, buckle my seatbelt, and be greeted cheerily by a lovely flight attendant, asking "would you like anything to drink, ma'am?" I'd smile and say, "your finest champagne, please." She'd bring it back… Continue reading Confessions of a First Class Wannabe

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