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You were a stunning blonde in a hunter green cable knit sweater and black boots. I was the tall guy behind you in line in the red-plaid flannel. As you walked by me, you told me you liked my newest tattoo. I managed to collect myself enough to thank you. I was wearing a mask, so you wouldn't have seen me grinning ear-to-ear. But I couldn't take my eyes off of you as you were walking away.
I know there's no chance you'll read this, but it's worth a shot. Still, if by some stroke of luck you do? Please describe the tattoo so I know it's you. I'd love to buy you dinner.
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