The nothingness

Flying down the tarmac, head out the window, ears full of Parisian sensibilities.
“What are we doing here?” He yelled to no one in particular.
“The same thing you are!” The nothingness yelled back.
As he put his head back in, he shrugged, thinking little of the exchange, but he did in fact feel, somehow, changed.

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