Colorado, or maybe another planet, who can say. At this point, all the terminals look the same, all the polished surfaces and mandated haste begins to blend into eah other. Everything, punkin, is a copy of a copy of a copy. Another hour and it's on to LAX. Time to go get a taco.
Love you,
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I cannot believe you were in MY city today. Too bad you couldn't stay around to enjoy our beautiful Colorado mountains rather than having to be stuck at DIA out on the plains/boring side of the city. :-)
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