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2004-04-11 We were set to take off, in two miniature disneyland like airplanes with are knees to our chests and the air in our hair. But my sister and i collided and she got a little Y shaped gash in her throat that revealed all her insides. She had this kind of sleepy, slanted smile smeared across her face. And she wasn't dying, and we sutured it together good enough. We went flying in a two seater searching through the rows of cornfields together. |