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...ATTENDANT: Sir, would you like a hot towel? Oh my God. I’m sorry, sweetie. Did they make you cut all of your hair off? REBECCA PACE: No, ma’am. You don’t have to. Hesitation. The L1011 pushing back. With a jerk. Marshalling down the flight line. Taking flight. Fading images. Last look at home. At America. Into a heavy sleep. The slit of my eyes opening. A foggy light. Seeping in through the ...

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