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insect airlines - we never run out of fuel if over coffee in a parisian cafe a mosquito elegantly holding a gitane said: saddle me up and we'll fly through the jungles of madagascar and across the burning plains of africa i'd go but i'd worry all the time that i was being exploited and was nothing more than a gullible fuel tank |  |