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Several days ago, westbound on Bell.......... We were west bound on Bell. I looked eastward from my side mirror. I looked at you, you looked at me. I looked at you looking at me, you looked at me looking at you. Ha!, this could continue, should continue. So I tell and ask myself, this fine woman is gesturing with delicate hand & fingers out side her car window. Listening to music?, speaking in a sign ; language I have yet to understand? You were in a black Toy, sedan. Not a care in the world, being playful and beautiful. I was in a dark grey SUV. I continued west and you turned left, south; leaving, as parts of me pounded, stewed in the heart-brain-body possibles. Will this departure be as a film noir? Or will you write me so that we can kiss one another?
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