I was a very broke college student the first time I ever flew first class.
I was flying from Grand Rapids, Michigan to Seattle to visit my sister (and an old boyfriend, but the sister was the official reason). I was still a relatively new flyer and this was the first time I had booked (and paid for) tickets on my own. I ma…
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