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You: stunning and nice, tried to dance with a guy whose aunt just died and lost the ability to have fun.
Me: Better now. I told you I would regret it. I do.
I know this won’t work but if you can tell me where we were, your hair color, and what you did right after I told you, I might believe it’s you. You’re kinder than you even know.
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