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Searching for Bald Patrick. We met sometime around the end of May. You’ll remember me as the tiny brown eyed minx sitting outside the bar with some girlfriends at the end of the night at a bar on Clearwater beach whose name I’m sure you well know but I have no memory of. You were intrigued by either me asking your name or my faintly bloodied nose … whatever it was you really wanted to buy me a bottled water. I would have preferred you asked for my number! Message me and I’ll let you hydrate me all night long.
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