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She is tired. She didn't sleep as

much as she should have last night. I

saw her lights in the study go off around

three a.m. How she functions is beyond

me. She leans her head on the glass, and

it lulls forward. She's nodded off. I

move closer. What I am about to do is

going to take some effort. I stand in the

aisle, just a seat behind her. The man

sitting in the seat directly behind her looks

up as I approach. The teenager beside