Prologue

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As she watched, the paper airplane lifted crisply through the air. She shared a co-conspirator smile with the girl across the sub-car. The girl had made the plane quickly and deftly transforming of the many advertisements cluttering the subway into a little simple creation. A perfect moment.

The little paper plane was still soaring, passing passengers, catching air, when the sub-car suddenly flipped. For a brief moment, the plan remained upright, smooth, while everything around it began tumbling and scattering into chaos.

Her own body began bumping and crashing, taking her breath away, and disorienting her. In the confusion, her senses overwhelmed, she realized she was likely about to die. And something in her cried out. She had led a disappointing life, but she wasn't ready for it to be over. So fiercely did she feel it. A feeling as pure and simple little paper plane. She wanted to soar. It was her last thought before.

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