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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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