𝑃𝑅𝑂𝑇𝑂𝑇𝑌𝑃𝐸 ⚠︎︎ -𝙂.𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙩

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Important
Im going to change the format of the story later in chapter 2 or 3.
Cause this one suck. Ok thats it.
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"Why won't these people just shut up?"

"I guess it's because you're an ass."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

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"A pleasant morning to everyone welcome onboard [ put flight name here]. This is flight [ put random two words ] 652, 6:45 a.m. All...."

Tuning out the speech from their ears, they tightened their seatbelts
to ensure themselves that they aren't going to die.

Flights are terrifying.

It was raining lightly outside, making them feel a little bit sleepy. Though the
thought of sleeping slipped out of their mind when they feel a sudden
urge to eat, in their language,

C h o m p™️ some food.

'I guess life does suck when you're hungry all the time'

Sighing to the thought, they grabbed their headphones put it on their head while idly sitting at the window seat.

They closed their eyes and took in the the fresh scent of mint that circled the plane.
Just existing until they get replaced with a new scent. Maybe scents also have feelings.

'Why do scents have different aromas?'

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To separate them from other scents. Exactly.

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But why?
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It's because each and every scent is...