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We crossed paths at a local store in line at the checkout. I held your place in line while you quickly looked for an item. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. We chatted and all I could think of was asking you out, and kissing you. It’s an hour later and I still can’t stop thinking of you. You told me 18 years was enough. If you’d like to take a chance respond with what color was my shirt and what I ended up buying. Here’s to hope.
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