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“Excuse me, is anyone sitting next to you?” Green eyes sparkling behind thick black frames, subtle pink lipstick and hair in a tall, blonde bun, impaled with a couple of chopsticks. It’s a Red Eye flight, no reserved seating, every seat is fair game as people just try and get some sleep or catch up on some last minute prep for whatever’s greeting them tomorrow. “No, no they aren’t. Would you like the window or the aisle?” I’ve sat in the middle seat for just such a reason, so I can hopefully deter folks from sitting next to me. It isn’t the nicest experience to have a few hours sat in c