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You are the lovelist cashier I've seen this far west. The wind caresses your hair under the ocean sun. Your eyes sparkle a perfect hazel. You pulled me over to the side to hand me my food and I thought you were going to give me your number.
I hope you see this and respond. If not. I'll come by and eat junk food just to enjoy your smile under your mask.
- your Honda guy
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