Did I accidentally check a box somewhere in life that put me on a list to always sit near the screaming baby? Don't get me wrong, the outside part of babies is all nice and cute and sweet, they're interesting little creatures. It's the inside part that I don't like. You know, the part where the screams come from, the part that I'm actually pretty sure is made from pure evil. That's the part that I wasn't enjoying on my 13 hour flight from Toronto to Dubai.
What day is this?
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