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May13
“ My head swims. “Um,” I say. “But. Kiss me? Who? Why?” How in the world can she not be, as I am, stuck in the throes of a raging and delirious preoccupation with mortality? I am not thinking about kissing; I am thinking about seawater and crushed aluminum.
— Patrick Smith, in an old “Ask the Pilot” column about the day he narrowly avoided a midair collision.