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We were the last shoppers at Monterey Market on Monday night. Nearly collided in the spice section. After ten minutes of trading glances, I wanted to say hello but couldn't quite work up the nerve. Outside, our cars were parked bumper to bumper. We both drove Sacramento toward West Berkeley, then I turned off, kicking myself for not saying hello when I had the chance. If you're reading this, what color is my hair?
Me: dress, galoshes
You: fair, blue eyes, Prius
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