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It was Saturday evening, my friends and I were leaving. I stopped to say hello and asked why I never saw you in the dance floor. Your friend, in the Metallica shirt (name started with a C, but could also be spelt with a K). You…name started with an S, said you had no rhythm. We both chuckled, to which I stated I was way too white to dance. Sadly…it wasn’t until after I left, that I believe we’ve briefly talked before, in passing, but I’d love to get to know you.
Reach out and let me know where we were, and anything describing about me, as well as your name. Fingers crossed I’ll find you here, or one of your friends will and pass this along.
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