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Talk about a long shot. I stumbled into a booth. 1 too many Zimas. You pushed your way in behind me. You took no for an answer and took charge. Right as you were headed to the back door, you crossed the finish line. I want that again. Like I said. Long shot. I only remember that you were white. If you happen to read this, let me know.
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