We were standing next to each other at the bar, bumping shoulders while waiting to order drinks at Fore Play Sports Bar on October 30. I was dressed as a skeleton and probably looked like a mess since I had just walked there through the downpour. I asked if you were a lumberjack and you said yes or a gas station attendant. You were cute and I wish I had talked to you more, but my friends wanted to leave not long after I got my drink. Maybe you’ll see this?
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