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You caught my eye a few times. We kept meeting in the same isles. You had a black jacket, black high heel boots and rather snug blue jeans. I had a black coat and jeans. Then as I was pulling through the parking lot by the doors, you came strolling out. I waited for you to cross. Were we meant to cross paths? If you recall what I was driving, message a description in the response.
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