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To the stocky, white haired/goatee gentleman, grocery shopping at the market around 8:30 Wednesday morning. You had what I perceived to be a small cigar pocket humidor tucked in the front of your shirt. You were ahead of me at the deli counter, I would have said something but the clerk was talking my ear off. We most assuredly had a moment when our eyes met. I scanned the parking lot for you but by the time I exited the market, you were nowhere to be seen. I would like to make your acquaintance.
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