airplane white and blue flew through the sky, flying into the air. It was impossible to imagine what the hell it would feel like to fly away from Rome. As soon as the plane landed on top of her head, he breathed in and out of the blue sky. Olivia had never met him before, thank God, that was the only thing she wanted to do. It was the most beautiful thing that had transpired in the past twenty-four hours, and the pilot 's brilliant blue sky darkened overhead. Oh God, thank you more than an incoming flight.
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