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I didn’t notice I was crying until a stewardess came by and gave me a tissue to blow my nose in. Her arm and wrist were slender and they formed a pretty arch, like the limb of a fruit tree, as she poked the tissue into my clenched fist. She didn’t look at my eyes. It was a perfect gesture, an expression of indifference and concern, which is the most a drunk can ask for.
