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She pleaded with her parents, “Oh please, it'll be fun! I’ll pay for the ride.”
Her mother looked at her husband and winked, “Let’s do it papa. Just think of us sailing high in a balloon, together!” Not saying anything, her father only shrugged. Privately, he thought he’d experienced enough “hot air” in his lifetime.
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