You were looking drop dead gorgeous in a white tank top, cutoff shorts and cowboy boots. We were next to each other for most of the concert. I asked if you could see the stage with the pole blocking your view and you made a joke that it didn't matter because you had bad vision anyway. You were there with your family and we laughed about your Mom getting rowdy. I wanted to ask you to dance but the concert ended earlier than expected and the last I saw you were at the bar with another guy.
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