Well, I was feeling better until I read this, and now I'm not again. It'll take some hard work on Rick's part to get me back to where I was. I'm a lot more nervous now; every plane is a hijacked bloodbath, every person beyond my sight range (5 feet) is a murderous terrorist. I mean everybody. While I was waiting for the bus with Rick, we saw a plane come in really low, then jerk to its left and make a U-turn. I started flipping out. I don't want it to happen here. There's no place like home, there's no place like home...
The King is dead, God save the King.
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