This tent, buffeted by stout winds cannot wrest me from my relaxation. It could change to a downpour and hail next and I'd be fine. I tell you but it doesn't help ease your fears of becoming the first humans to achieve flight via tent.
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I remember when I told you I was almost home and you got pissed. I showed up five minutes later and you were confused. Baffled, even. I told you I was almost home. I don't think you got it.
"You play around too much." It's a favorite phrase of yours.
I tell you the stakes will hold, that we won't be amateur aviators this trip. You believe me and curl your hand on my bony chest. I want to say welcome home, but you might not get it. I hope you eventually do.(less)
