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You were in the paint aisle, I was the black guy wearing basketball shorts and Maryland Tshirt with the trimmed sqlt and pepper beard. You were the younger black guy...had on something similar and your arms were like powerful guns! You caught me looking at you and we locked eyes...I couldnt tell what you were thinking but then you smiled. i should have said something...is it too late now?
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