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“STEP BY STEP, SLOWLY WE TURN”
We check out the hotel and are headed to the airport. We slowly head to the counter like we were in a funeral procession. Could lightening strike us twice, although we verified the visa restrictions? This time, there was no slapping high-fives, fist bumps, no dap of any kind. We were s nervous as a hooker in church. Once again, my wife steps to the counter first. My heart began thumping so hard, I swear it was clearly visible through my shirt. Then this happened ...
The Delta attendant asked for my passport next. Bartender, Twinkies for everybody! And make them deep-fried.
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