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Your freckles and green eyes caught my eye. You had a boy with you. He had to have been your son. Looked just like you. I stared to long and you turned toward me and glared. Knew I had to make my move before you yelled at me. Asked if you knew where the sriracha sauce was. You again looked at me like I was retarded. I could get use to those looks. Hope you find me. You were wearing a red shirt with “Randy’s” on it. Tell me what I was wearing.
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