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Imagine waking up at 10 at night to drive to LAX. Catching the red eye to Maine. Three time zones. You get there just to see the sunrise. You recline in the awkward, little, plastic chairs. You gaze out through the eastern windows. After all the drama, you fly back to LAX. Try and catch up on sleep in an awkward, little, piece of shit, plastic chair. You wake up. You run to the western windows this time. Once again the awkward, little, plastic chair awaits, but this time, it's comfortable. You have run into your first love. You came for the sunset alone, but ended up with two of the prettiest things in the world. The sun and the person that gives the sun a reason to shine.