With a baby girl crooked under his arm and brief case in the other, Sam willed there to be no other obstacles between him and boarding the plane back to where they came from. He took long strides, his lazy form of speed walking from his earlier years. He was unsure if one could run with a baby or if the jostling could harm her in some way. Because he cared about such a thing, not harming the girl in his arms.
Sam wasn’t sure he did the right thing. Why did he have to make such a spectacle of ...
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