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The warm sun seeping through the jet’s small porthole woke Ben. How long had he slept? He twisted his arm and pulled at his watch. One hour and five minutes. Huh. A stiffness traumatized his neck. Without a thought, he stood, stretched and looked around at the other passengers. Yep, everyone’s still here. The lengthy flight was taxing, and restlessness trounced upon him. As hours continued to tick by, he tried to doze, but now wide awake, he forgot about sleep and attempted to remember the good in Tori Bailey. Finally, the plane descended toward land.
Reflections of Tori from long ago at a college party resurfaced. They were dancing when she stopped, dug into her pocket and placed a gold ring in the center of his palm. ‘This is for you.’ He remembered her saying, ‘I love you.’
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