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You were the attractive older woman hanging by her fingernails from the 46th 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 46th floor.)
Alas, I was too shy to get your contact information. If you see this, tell me what brand cuticle remover the villain had so I know it's you and not some other distressed damsel.
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