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Hi, we were both sitting at a light waiting where the train crosses on 11th. You were driving a big, red, older, Dodge van with your buddy who has curly long hair.
I was trying to get your attention by rolling down the window and hoping you’d look my way so I could ask you my dying question.
There’s a sticker on the back of the van, that reads: Hi, my name is Curtis.
This was days ago, and it’s killing me. Are YOU Curtis, or is the van Curtis?
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