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I met you at Wild rose and lost you to the dancing. You were wavy blonde. I asked you if it was okay if I smoked, you said you had just finished. You work in Alzheimer research. We talked about y chromosomes in the brains of people who've given birth, and dance and the impossibility of making $ doing it. We danced. Shared a blue moon. Couldn't find you again.
Message me? I think you're sweet. Wish Id gotten your number. Thanks for letting me info dump about dance. Happy pride
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