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You were stunningly beautiful: a wild mane of light blonde hair, softest blue eyes--and those lips! You spoke Russian, I think, on your cell phone. We glanced, and smiled, at each other a few times; it felt electric between us. I got off reluctantly at my stop on 14th street Union Square, and could now kick myself for not talking to you--you've been on my mind ever since. I'm the guy who took off his red mask to smile at you, and had a blue hat, black coat. I hope you see this, hope to see you again, and not miss the opportunity a second time by saying Hello.
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