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We met at Conch Island a few months ago when your boyfriend was away. Drinks became breakfast and we both parted with smiles on our faces. Loved your long beautiful hair and hazel or is that green eyes. The scent of your perfume on my clothes and sheets and pillow faded. We promised each other there would be other meetings and that your boyfriend was on the way out. Do you still believe in the dream. You assigned me a numerical nickname and asked me to call you by your middle name. Tell me those so i know its you.
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