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~โง~ Friday, July 2nd I sigh deeply as I plop down on a bench outside of Forest-Lane Airport. For July, the airport isnโt as crowded as I thought it would be, though plenty noisy. Cars stop by to pick up friends and family. A teen here and there, an elderly couple, a family of four….