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You, a young African American woman, were waiting at the bus stop when I, a white male in shirt and tie a little older than you, arrived with my groceries. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that you kept staring at me with a smile, but would turn away and blush when I would glance even remotely in your direction. If I hadn't been out in the heat all day I would have been up for conversation, but I was drained and didn't even put two-and-two together. Now that I have, I've been kicking myself.
If you were in fact interested, I'd love to get together some time and get to know each other.
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