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Joe sighed, as per usual, he was stuck with piling the luggage on the plane.  As the passengers came forward, he smiled and took their luggage, being sure to make a display of how careful he was being.  As they turned away, however, Joe threw them into the pit of the plane with a great force.  After a few passengers, Joe thought he’d heard something break; he turned away sheepishly, catching a scowl from the Captain. 

            Finally, the last of the passengers arrived, and Joe and the Captain boarded at last, closing the door to the airplane and turning the large wheel, locking it securely.  They sat down and prepared for takeoff – it would be their last. 

            Joe sighed impatiently at the Captain’s slow carefulness; he wanted this flight to be over – to go to Chicago and then turn around and come right back home.  Little did he know that even though at LAX, the weather was beautiful, at O’Hare, not only had it been snowing for days, but now the black clouds promised the perfect storm rather than a white Christmas.  The plane made excellent time, Joe was exceedingly pleased.  He would even have time to smoke at least half a pack of cigarettes before the next flight took off.  However, as they drew nearer to Chicago, disturbing images came up on the small radars of the plane.  For the first time, Joe and the Captain saw the brutal snowstorm that hovered over Chicago.  It wasn’t supposed to be there.  It should have moved out at least two days ago.

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