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2012-04-30 - 10:45 a.m. Also, I didn't know it until we landed back in Philly, but I missed black people. After two weeks of European shine and design, two weeks of tight jeans and designer weirdo sneakers, that first lounging, slack-faced, don't-give-a-fuck security guard at the US Airways counter was a sight for sore eyes. You don't know what you've got until it's gone, for sure. 0 comments so far
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