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The girl in the queue at the airport looked back towards the crowd, perhaps to the country she was leaving behind and burst in silent tears; she then looked at me and beamed a smile at me through her tears... and disappeared in the crowd never to be seen again when I had to run as they were calling out my flight number....
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