The first crate smashed into so many splinters, spewing cartons onto the runway to be blasted away in the roar of the jet’s passing, like blowing so many leaves – tumbling in the wind, hidden in the smog. Some in the tower cursed, others pointed to celebrate one crate landing flat, skidding and spinning to a stop. The ground cars surrounded…
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