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| Tierra de Fuego |
It's a plane, the kid exclaimed, rushing to the carousel plane. His mother shook her head. I'll be a pilot when I grow up! The mother shook her head. Yesterday, you wanted to be a doctor. The kid stretched his arms, mimicking the wings of a plane swooshing through the sky. Isn't this plane cool? The mother shook her head. He'd be a carpenter, tops. When the kid from back then, already an adult, showed the mother his pilot's license, she shook her head. Crazy, dangerous job. The adult walked away, the kid cried, the mother never saw either again.
