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“If we’re not out of here before the snow flies…” Rico growled as the plane taxied toward the gate.
“You’ll turn into a pupazzo di neve?” Vance snickered.
“No, smart ass, I’ll be un uomo arrabbiato.”
“Oh I’m scared, not.”
As the plane came to a stop Vance was on his feet, reaching into the overhead for his bag.
“In a hurry much,” Rico said as he snagged his own bag.
“I hate planes unless I can sleep and someone made that impossible with his constant chatter.”
“Hey don’t look at me, that kid isn’t mine.”
Vance cracked a smile in response as they worked their way down the aisle.