A hand squeeze. "Not on this trip. I've already lost my muscle mass."
"Maybe we will." Said a tall, muscled boy in a tight oxford shirt.
"Who are they?"
"We're all from the country," a ragged, short-haired girl said. A guy leaned across three seats to shake hands. "Come because we care about this Country."
"That's a common theme again."
"That's the good news. But I read Sociology reports all night and there's still a lot about ourselves we don't all know."
A steward gave a "head's up" p2p...we were going to have to ditch our pillows.
"Like what?"
"Have you heard of rap music?"
"Sort of I guess."
"That's sort of influencing more music to speak truth to power."
"Not only power. Or, it's about other stuff too. Like, how we are failing to step into our own power."
A stewardess carted a steward towards the back of the jet. "We'll be coming through for your reading materials."
"NO WAY!" Someone stood and declared. "I agree," somebody else stood. Others stood. One guy shoved his down the ass of his pants.
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