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The entire terminal was like this. Other than the occasional shop or restaurant, the only thing differentiating one section from another were the gate numbers. I kept searching for a while in hopes of finding something interesting, but eventually gave up and retreated to the book I'd packed. Like the flight to kentucky, the trip back to Minneapolis was quick and uneventful. In all, it was an okay trip, but for whatever reason one that never managed to be all that engaging.
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