On the plane, a woman and man sitting infront of me.
He: 30s, tan, wearing a surfing company t-shirt (tribal font theme), softing ex-jock, confident but shy.
She: tall, skinny,peroxide blond, face devastated by sun, brain starved by neglect and degraded to running on sheer savvy and know-how. Before I could buckle my seatbelt, I found out that:
1. She is a rep at a...
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