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I was the long haired guy in a maroon sweat shirt. You walked by, tapped me on the shoulder and said “you’re beautiful.” I turned and you were gone. I tried to follow you upstairs to talk to you, but you had disappeared into the crowd. I never saw your face, so I spent the night asking brunet women if they were you. I was hoping you had hung around waiting for me to talk to you, but I’m guessing you left. We should connect, because you are also beautiful!
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