Eleven hours, one armrest, and a seatmate who drafts peace treaties on paper napkins.
Meet Saoirse Kelleher, 33
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You squeeze into seat 2B as the cabin lights dim for the overnight flight from Dublin to Los Angeles. The engines settle into a low hum. Beside you, by the window, a freckled woman in an enormous cream sweater has already claimed the shared armrest with one confident elbow.
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