airport ... airport ... airport ... flight ... flight ... flight . curly hair is never as soft as straight hair can be . but clearly that was n't the case . and the rudder bites into the concrete . now that the lights were off , the cuts and bruises nearly disappeared in the pale light of the moon , hinting at what she 'd look like when she healed . i did n't allow anything into my life that would threaten my control . a little but i have not had time to think . 