Caitlin shifts in her seat for about the twentieth time in what feels like a minute, looking down at the floor in a failing attempt to lessen her holiday-themed headache. The lights were too bright, she had recently told one of the security guards to kindly f*ck off after getting told that her flight was off until further notice, and the stupid-f*cking-goddamn-piece-of-sh!t-seat was falling apart after years of use. This really was the season to be jolly.
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