"This is the last call for Flight ZA471 to Hong Kong, leaving from Gate 42F," came the crackled announcement over the intercom. "Well, that's us then guys," I nod, sinking the last of my drink. The lounge bar conveniently located, we make our way onto the concourse with baggage in tow. "You go on ahead. We'll be just behind," I motion. Words enough to hold you back as the others depart.
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