Burbank Airport

A Day in the Life

This is starting to make sense. We are, apparently, going to ride another airplane. I hugged Nana and Papa bye bye. We are hanging out at the airport now, and I am climbing on seats and dancing to the muzak.

Now I’m on a plane. Where will we end up?

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