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The bed was empty when John woke up. This wasn’t the first time it had happened, of course. There was that girl in Seoul with the Boston accent and the wicked smile who had left a note on his pillow written in characters he couldn’t read. He’d tucked it in his pocket, to have someone translate it later, but he’d never bothered. He didn’t
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I work at AC, and for the entire time I was writing this fic I would wander up to pilots and ask them weird research questions. And would have to restrain myself from asking if they were having gay affairs with mechanics.
*probably not
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Now that I haven't seen Croatia, I am totally obsessed with it. I really, really want to go. Unfortunately, I travel standby, which pretty much means I can not go *anywhere* until september. Is the weather still okay in the fall?
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I am the worst traveler ever. I never, ever plan an itinerary. I just show up with my little rolly carryon at the airport and pray that the airport can get me a hotel. Sometimes I don't decide where I am going until the night before...my house is used to me running downstairs at two in the morning yelling "Asia! Somewhere in Asia!" and then running back upstairs to research what countries there are in Asia and how to get there by the next day.
I like fall. We don't really get it here in Van. sorry for the late reply, btw. I was in Washington.
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Thanks!
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