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The first time I saw you I was walking down burgundy and you were heading the opposite way across the street. You looked like a 70s daydream and I could not take my eyes off you. I’ve since seen you a couple of times on my walk to the library. I don’t think I know your face, but I recognize your shaggy hair, heeled boots and monochromatic fit every time. Between the clothes and the beat up dodge, you’re the anachronistic hottie of the neighborhood.
If you find this I hope it makes you smile.
Best,
your neighborhood introvert
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