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Ran into you around the lamps. You had at least 10 years on me but I loved the way you looked and carried yourself. You got into the register line behind me. I waited for you to exit and you lit up with that smile and still I chickened out. Tell me maybe what I was wearing? What you were wearing? What we were driving? Etc. I will look for you there again.
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