One of my favorite things to ask my pilots is how old they think I am. Last night, my captain told me he wasn't sure I'd be old enough to go out for a drink. My first officer guessed 23 or 24. I confirmed 24, and he nodded and told me, "You look young, but you carry yourself older."
I like it.
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Just an orange-haired girl trying to make it in the world.
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