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Yesterday we drove past each other going in opposite directions on Cornell rd. I was singing to myself, minding my business and I looked over and you were looking right at me. Like you actually noticed me. I thought about it the whole rest of the day and into this morning. WERE you actually looking at me? Or was it off into space?
You: silver car, a beard and I think you were wearing a white button down shirt.
What did you notice about me?
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