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You were the woman with the brightly colored hair who saw me awkwardly trying to maneuver my bicycle and some bags through a doorway. "Can I help you with that?" "Oh, no, I'm alright," I replied, stupidly, realizing I should have accepted your help and spoken to you more. I had one more chance to speak with you, when I ran into you later and you complimented my outfit. But I just thanked you and passed by, foolishly, instead of stopping to introduce myself. Was this you? I regret not saying more to you and complimenting your aesthetic in return.
If this was you, tell me what I was wearing and what color your hair is, so I know you're the same masked stranger.
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