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A few years ago, on board a flight from Los Angeles to New York, a group of young girls wore nothing but jeans and T-shirts — in the middle of winter. They didn’t speak English, and they didn’t speak to each other the entire flight. I remember thinking it was odd, but I didn’t know what to do about it.My mother, a retired flight attendant, once had a man on board a flight traveling with a teenage girl. They didn’t look like they were related, and they weren’t friendly with each other either.
“When I asked the girl what she’d like to drink, he answered for her,” my mother said. “I thought that was weird since they weren’t speaking to each other. If I’d known more about human trafficking, I might have engaged them in conversation to feel the situation out, but at that time we didn’t know anything…
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