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Here we are in Berlin, with a little reunification of our own.
The New Yorkers are exhausted, but now it's bathtime and things will be fine once people get to bed.
This was just to say we're okay. My mind is a little numb from the airplane whining. Meaning the children whining on the airplane.
Or, as the new horror flick might have it: Kids On a Plane!
Run away!