Diary entry 1 – The plane crash We were flying over the Canadian woods in a single engine plane when the pilot had a massive heart attack. Well at first he was rubbing his shoulder and letting off gas then before I knew it he lurched back into the seat in agonizing pain. I quickly realised that he was having a heart attack. I felt so helpless. Within minutes he was dead and I was alone in …showed first 75 words of 772 total…

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