Me(guy) meet a guy on the bus who was always kind to me. I humble side must have been due to lost of his leg and used a metal prosthetic one. We exchanged numbers but I had my number changed so I don't any way of talking to him. He was in the service. His green eyes and warm hand held me as I waited for my stop. I kept using the bus but with hope of seeing him but no more sign of him. Two one zero six twenty eight nine one nine four
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