I never met sorrow in the face, or what Ithaca was like in the winter, or rejection at the hands of the administration. I never saw the nose of the plane or ate the stale peanuts even though in the whole package, there were probably only three or four nuts. 9.
I never walked off of the plane and realized I was all alone.
I didn't take my thin, sliver of a chance and fly9.
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