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You sat next to me on a Manhattan-bound B around 4pm on Tuesday. You have red hair and really pretty eyes. I felt affectionate nostalgia when you pulled out your old school click-pen with multiple color options. I swooned a little when you hand-wrote a card to some lucky person. I appreciated that you were also amused by the older Russian (?) lady with face piercings who rambled pleasantly at me as she got off the train.
You’re cool and cute and I want to know who you are! I should have struck up a conversation, but I didn’t.
If you recognize yourself in this post and want to be friends, tell me what instrument I was carrying.
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