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Every time I go to the store where you work, I hope to see you. It has been a while since I saw you there. I saw you there yesterday, putting stock on shelves. I stopped in my tracks, our eyes met, and you definitely noticed that. The color of your hair is different now. It used to be blonde, and I don't know when you changed it. It looks really nice now.
I wish I had the guts to stop and say something to you, but I am not good at approaching women. I have been enamored with you since the very first time I ever saw you.
I hope you read this and write to me. I would love to chat with you.
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