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File under Holy Shit. Colliding With Death at 37,000 Feet, and Living. “Without warning, I felt a terrific jolt and heard a loud bang, followed by an eerie silence, save for the hum of the engines.”
File under Holy Shit. Colliding With Death at 37,000 Feet, and Living. “Without warning, I felt a terrific jolt and heard a loud bang, followed by an eerie silence, save for the hum of the engines.”