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We passed each other twice, maybe three times. I could not help but stare and smile at you. You smiled back. Longshot you ever see this, but I thought you were just beautiful.
Not gonna lie, I made an extra trip back through to try to run into you again and maybe spark up a convo.
I don’t ever do this, but something about you just stuck with me. Hit me up with the aisle(s) we passed in, and what color shirt I was wearing.
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