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I was working at moonstruck. You came in there sometimes, with your daughter I assume. You gave me your number on a pink post it note. I texted you, only to turn you down. But I was interested, and attracted, and shy. I wish I had taken you up. I liked your sandy hair and paint covered pants. You never knew my name, I always wore the wrong name tag cause I thought it was funny. Tonight I can't stop thinking about you and I don't know why. I guess I wanted an older man to teach me the ways of the world.
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