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Insecurity Line

If there was ever anything enjoyable about travelling by plane, that time is dust. Even before stepping foot in the terminal, I wrap myself in a mental shell, knowing that a book and booze will get me through the flight, along with lots and lots of hand sanitizer.

The problem is the security line. It’s like trying to ignore an octopus in a wading pool.

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