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She Was Part of the Storm

I watched her walk away, me sweating and still nervous…

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She was next to me in first class. Young, stunning, Aspen gold blond, red lips, business clothes, and the perfume, I always lose my mind to the perfume. I nodded and took my seat. My God old man, are you blushing? Two hour flight to Atlanta. A massive storm that would make the believers gather wood and sort the animals…

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Thomas Plummer

Thomas Plummer

A simple life dedicated to leaving the world a little better than I found it. Long career in the business of fitness, writer of books, speaker, personal coach.

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