When the stewardess returned with an ice-cold cup of water, Kevin thanked her and took the cup carefully, feeling the chill seep through the plastic. He discreetly poured a few droplets of water from the cup into his hand.
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The condensation formed tiny beads that slid down his fingers, signalling that it was time to execute his plan. Taking a deep breath, Kevin braced himself. He positioned the cup with a calculated precision, aiming it in the general direction of the boy’s seat.
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