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You: pretty Italian-Puerto Rican girl with an annoying voice ordering a dozen bacon and egg croissants at the McDonalds on Peace Street.
Me: short ginger man sweating profusely and reeking of weed in line behind you. I ordered a coffee.
We locked eyes and shared a special moment right after you chewed out the cashier for her lackadaisical work ethic.
Did you feel it too? Let's drink martinis.
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