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I was playing behind the drums at the party tent. You were wearing red devil horns, and red leggings. You had a cute smile and dimples. I saw you from my vantage point every time you came inside. I wanted to talk to you, but I was busy. When I was done, you were gone.
I doubt you’ll ever see this, but if you do, and you’re interested, put what I was wearing in the subject line, so I know its you.
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