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Ray’s Market, Sunday evening, August 7. I was behind you at the checkout line. You: tall blonde woman. Me: slightly taller man. I wasn’t expecting to see someone like you there, couldn’t think of what to say in front of the checkout guy, didn’t want to scare you by following you to your car (black, VW?). But I’m never wrong about some things, and I know that we should meet.
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