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As the music plays at the Town Plaza! Me, the grey hair, sitting quietly on the bench. You, the short blonde petite sixtyish one, soon sitting down at the other end. Both of us into the music and maybe our own worlds, but not each other as the space between us remains for a half-hour. Then you stand up, offering me a very nice smile, and move away into the crowd. Was that smile an invitation or a friendly habit? I continue sitting, wondering what in the world it would take for me to act on the wish to make contact with you. I'm an engaging person, but not good at initiating. If you see this note, tell me what were your mask habits on the bench and what you noticed about me.
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