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I've been waiting for someone like you for many years to show up and this weekend you finally did... LARPing (I think that's what they call it) on the green grass at the waterfront. In between your cloak and undergarment I saw the faint hint of your Renaissance body. Warm, milky jubblies glistening in the Portland sun near the Cherry Blossoms. The faint smell of those pear trees nearby that smell sort of like... well you know.
Instead I guess I may have to just admire you from afar. You were with a guy in a friggin' fedora so (of course) I dare not interfere, m'lady.
If you saw me and felt the same vibe, message me here. I was wearing all black, velcro shoes, born into the wrong century. I will pick you up in grandma's Buick and take you to Burgerville for the night of your life. My liege, let the romance begin.
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