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You weren’t necessarily in distress. But, you requested my help on the 4th. My mind was quickly flooded with questions; what’s your name? What’s your number? Are you attached? Then you were gone.
I saw you again in the self-checkout. You smiled again on your way out. I saw you again in the parking lot for a few minutes before you disappeared.
Those questions linger along with will our paths ever cross again?
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