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our turn,” I said.
She did not move.
“Calvin,” she whispered, a strange alertness in her tone, “where’s my ticket?”
I turned to look at my father, waiting for him to wave it at us, to explain that everything was fine.
He turned toward us, face a little flushed.
“Mom,” he said, “there’s a slight issue with the booking system. Your ticket hasn’t been confirmed.continue reading …
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