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The baggage claim at DIA was a zoo. Three flights arrived at the same time. People milling about, waiting for their bags. We were standing next to each other. You: woman, mid-40s, getting home from a trip. Me, guy, arriving for business. We commented on what a mess this was and chatted while we waited for the bags to start coming. I was just about to ask for your number when your phone rang. You looked at it and rolled your eyes at me. Hold on you said. You took the call, but it seemed to go on forever. You looked at me and shrugged and winked. I didn't get your number. Please give it to me now?
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