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I don't know if anyone still reads these anymore let alone you. I was your driver and you were that "nice young man where?" in my backseat. We talked and it was so easy. You said you were happy I was your driver and I felt the same. You said jokingly that you could never date a Philly girl and I wanted so badly to say "good thing I'm not a Philly girl" I got out, not to help you with your bags, but to see you one last time before you were gone physically, but lingered in my memory. I wanted to hug you goodbye and send you off but I didn't and I don't know why. Instead, I could tell we both "settled" for a handshake. If you read this and are looking for me too, I would love to watch an episode of cops with you.
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