We spent out first night in France at the airport, sleeping off jet-lag, looking for a grassy spot for Charlie (non-existent at CDG), and roaming down the moving walkways past throngs of weary travelers in limbo between one place and another. "Where do you think they're all going?" Luke asked. "Everywhere. Everywhere but here." "Except us. We're here." Yeah. We're here.
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