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Just after walking into Target there you were. Short brunette. You had a younger woman with you, could have been your daughter maybe, but I’m not interested in her. We kept crossing paths, speaking and smiling each time, but I wasn't able to talk. We kept checking each other out. You'll most likely NEVER see this, but if so... Tell me the color of the jacket that I was wearing...
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