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Tuesday afternoon around 4:40 I was headed home on East Bound Mission Street, stuck in traffic, and happened to glance to my right and ended up locking eyes with you. I usually don’t look at other drivers, but something compelled me to look over. You are a very cute blonde in a gray Mercedes. I was in a red pickup.
I know that locking eyes with someone doesn’t mean anything, but it almost seemed like fate. Just something about it that was strong enough to prompt me to write this.
I hope you read this and respond. I know it’s a huge long shot, but you never know unless you try.
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