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The man in the aisle seat stood and waited for her to stow her bag and slide into the middle, then proceeded to spill over the edges of his own seat. Both her armrests were occupied, her left by the man near the aisle, her right by a white knuckled woman staring out the window. She sighed at the thought of the next five hours confined between these two. She pleaded out loud that the onboard bar was fully stocked.

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