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To the pretty girl who was at the register next to me. You waited endlessly for the register to respond until I told you that you needed to tell it manually that you were paying by card. You had your baby with you, wearing lilac pants and mint green socks. Both of you were cute. I am the tall white guy who had a little black baby girl in his shopping cart. I should like to hang out sometime or go for coffee or something. I know the chances of you reading this are remote but for some reason you stayed on my mind since that day. For some reason I feel that I should have talked more to you. It's bugged me ever since.
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