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You’re a lovely fit, blonde lady in Sprouts on a Sunday afternoon in teal shorts, perusing the refrigerated goods. I’m bald, fit, in a yellow shirt and a black mask. We made eye contact and I sensed you wanted to talk, say something, maybe even connect, but I was in a hurry and I’m shy. I regret not saying something.
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