I stayed up far too late last night watching The Flight Attendant. I don’t usually do that anymore, stay up until the wee hours binge-watching something. I pace myself. This was too compelling to stop. I needed to know what happened next.
It’s a murder mystery, a wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time story in which the prime suspect has to figure out the real ki…
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