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Tuesday early afternoon we were gassing up. You were in front of me and said something about someone in the store. You were yakking away and I couldn't understand anything you were saying but happy you were so open like myself. I was watching the money fly by on the pump. The gas hose and my open door kept me pinned in the whole time me trying to see a way I could approach you but you got in your car. I hoped you could see me in your mirror and I waved and mouthed Don't Go. I wanted to talk with you, maybe lunch, take you home... I need help at home. Nothing vulgar, just hope I see you again. A gentleman in a truck.
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