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© 2017 Donald Rump. All rights reserved.
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First Edition (v1.0)
Published on June 29, 2017
Last updated on November 12, 2017
Also by Donald Rump
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About the Author
Ad 1: Till Death Do Us Fart
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To my precious Floofy once again.
“Sir...?” said Emily Larson, a shapely young stewardess for Crampton Airways. She tapped the man lightly on the shoulder and angled her head. “I’m sorry, sir, but you’re going to have to get back to your seat. The seatbelt sign is still on.” She pointed to a display above one of the seats. Suddenly, the plane hit a pocket of air, causing it to dip sharply before leveling out. “See what I mean?”
The man stared at the windows, and then gazed at Emily with crazed eyes. “Floofy.”
“Excuse me?” She shook her head slightly.
The man nodded, and slowly ran his fingers through his thinning hair. “It’s you. It really is you!” He nodded, as if agreeing with himself.
“I’m sorry, sir, but you’re going to have to get back in your seat.” She grabbed a blanket from the overhead bin and helped tuck in one of the passengers.
“Could you drop me off here?” The man said with a straight face, a peculiar energy running through him.
“I really need to get off here.”
“Don’t we all?” said Benny Butz, an old shoe salesman who was listening to the conversation.