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Long time ago. We met on Orchard Beach in the sixties. You wanted to see me but I mistakenly went with the bad news guy instead. You had dirty Blond hair, blue eyes.
I was 17 and you in your thirties. You were reading Krishnamurti. Wow. A guy who reads books!
I'm thinking you might be deceased but I thought I would give this a try. I never forgot you
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