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We kept crossing paths throughout the store on Monday afternoon. You: Tall, long sandy hair, short denim shorts with beautiful legs. Me: Six foot, blue eyes, goatee, dirty ball cap, blue hoodie. I ended up in the self check out you got in line. We crossed paths one last time in the parking lot but I wasn't sure how to read your stare as you walked in front of my truck. Was it "Ask me out you fool?!.."? or " Stop staring at me. You're creeping me out.." ? ha If you see this post and would like to go out sometime drop me a reply back.
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