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you: purple sweater, blue jeans, blond hair... me, red button down. my lord the way you fit those jeans! your hair, your height- perfect. beautiful. you quietly sung the lyrics to the overhead speakers during the many times out paths crossed- lord it took every ounce of energy to peel my eyeballs off you... ughh, your "backside" so perfect. Hannaford should hire you because i literally would walk down your isle and just throw whatever into my carriage just to see you. we exchanged glances- and you even looked possibly interested- but.... ahhh. as i paid for my groceries i prayed you'd come up behind me, i would've paid for your carriage too! thank you for wearing those amazing jeans, and thank you for just being you! ♡♡♡
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