MLB Baseball Team Bedding Set

We were flying two thousand miles to attend the funeral of a man I had never met. Through the plane window, I watched the fat clouds cast their shadows over Texas. Texas is flat and monochromatic like a document envelope. Down there, in any of the barracks that were attached to the endless beige ground, someone might be looking up at this plane. Maybe the person is wondering, as I myself sometimes do, that those rich, exciting lives up there are flying towards some other event of their lives “You really don’t want to drink some wine?” Bobby asked. I shook my head “I’m abstaining from alcohol for a while,” I said. “Maybe she can bring me soda or something.”

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