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When I could no longer fight my body’s hunger signals, I stopped pretending to be asleep. Getting served a meal when you’re ready for it versus when it’s time has to be one of the greatest luxuries of flying in the front. Despite licking clean my first two courses, I managed to leave room for dessert: a banana cheesecake with butter crumble and a selection of cheeses. In upper cabins, I told myself, time is fake, and the food is constant.
In that spirit, lunch service had barely ended…
