You were walking east on 42nd towards University, in a blue puffer jacket while hitting your pen. I was walking the other way arguing with my brother about the movie we just saw at Grand Illusion. We briefly made eye contact when we passed. I thought you might've be someone I know, you weren't, but you were pretty and I loved the sight of you strolling down the street getting high.
I was in a blue quarter zip and black jeans, with brown curly hair. I'd like to take a walk with you someday, though maybe at a slower pace.
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