Running into an old buddy brought back memories of those “didn’t want to quit” days. This 3-packs-a-dayer had tried everything but still couldn’t stop. He begged me to outline the details of my remarkable secret.
That night, I wrote it out in plain, step-by-step language anyone could understand and mailed him a copy. After it did the trick for my buddy, he told some of his friends. Soon, I was hunted out by pleading strangers for the same “Stop Smoking Secret.”





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