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I know it is a long shot but. Back in 1988 I used to bike every weekend by the HB Pier. You stopped and chatted with me at the pier. You lived right next to the pier and invited me to hang out with you one weekend night. We made plans for me to come by your house. But as i was getting to ride away you told me to where my bike shorts and it scared me off. Oh how i could turn back time and take you up on the offer.
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