Lead Me To Happiness

Lead Me To Happiness

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I gasp as I wake abruptly. I look around everywhere to see where I am and spot that I'm on an airplane. I look over and see mamma sleeping peacefully as well as everybody else on the plane. everything finally hits me; I'm on an airplane to London because mamma decided it'd best for us to start fresh with our lives
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