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You were in line. I, at the table, admiring your hair.
We obediently hit the floor per the robber's request.
Our eyes met briefly, you behind the counter and me beneath the desk
Your smile was beautiful despite shaking with fear.
I wanted to get your number but wasn't a good idea at the time.
So I know it's you, what did the thief say as he dashed ?
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