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You looked familiar. You were in the fast lane with your windows rolled down. Male. Close shaved head. Tan. It was before the National City exits. I was in the far right lane but it seemed that all the cars moved out of the way so I could see you. Your lane was moving faster than mine. Before I could get a better look and determine if you were someone I knew, you were out of sight. A definite missed connection.
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