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We locked eyes while I was walking to the register and you were walking past the register. Your eyes are the kind that inspire sonnets, your body is what will keep me up tonight and hopefully many nights to come, your lips looked like the sweetest fruits, nourishing, addictive, and yet fatal if tasted too often. You are a goddess. I was the guy in glasses, wearing Red Sox hat with long sleeve Henley, and khaki shorts.
Praying for serendipity!
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