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Plane in my Head, Cars on my Hind

Stephanie Jean Campbell

Bog is a big dude like my Dad. 

Mooji invited him to an interview and Bog had a hard time expressing his knowledge or ability to escape the wrath of the Phoebe.

I was sitting on a couch in the city and there were no big planes or continental in the area. I think it was another attempt at a hijak.   

The first was Dalai and I thinking about the perpetual plane that was driving Midwest Airlines Crazy (They should come back--- they gave out free crumbl-like cookies)

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