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Over the summer, I visited my grandfather in Louisiana. He's a very well-rounded individual. He's a veterinarian, unprofessional dancer, and a pilot. One day, he took me flying on his private plane, a light aircraft. It's called a light aircraft for obvious reasons: it's a small plane. After playing copilot for a few hours of flying around, we finally landed back where we started and carried on to some other things on our to-do list.
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