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You were the older woman hanging by your fingernails from the 44th floor of a downtown Seattle skyscraper; I was the valiant Mountie who galloped up to save you from the villain with cuticle remover. (Never mind how I got my horse to the 44th floor.)
Alas, I was too shy tp get your contact info. If you see this, tell me what breed of horse I had so I know it's you and not some other damsel who was in distress.
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