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When George was
thirty-five, he bought a small plane and learned to fly it. He soon became
very good and made his plane do all kinds of tricks.
George had a
friend. His name was Mark. One day George offered to take Mark up in his plane.
Mark thought, "I've travelled in a big plane several times, but I've
never been in a small one, so I'll go."
They went up, and
George flew around for half an hour and did all kinds of tricks in the air.
When they came
down again, Mark was very glad to be back safely, and he said to his friend
in a shaking voice, "Well, George, thank you very much for those two
trips in your plane."
Gerogy was very
surprised and said, "Two trips?"
"Yes, my
first and my last," answered Mark.
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