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We both got off the bus on Division. It was around 7 and the sun was still out. You had a bunch of scattered tattoos and wild, curly black hair in a bun type situation. I was sitting behind you on the riser. I wanted to say something but bolted off with the excuse of band practice. We listen to the same music I imagine. I'm just not covered in tattoos and was wearing my work shirt, carrying a bag of food.
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