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It was 1983. Barcelona, Spain. The bullfight had just ended and the crowd was leaving the stadium. The matador had had a bad day and the kill was not very clean. Exiting and strolling onto the sidewalk outside, I saw you: Long straight brunette hair, converse high tops, Frampton concert t-shirt, crying in the sunshine. You had felt so sorry for the bull you couldn't take it. You didn't see me, and we didn't speak. But maybe there's a chance that you now live in the PNW and we can connect. Long live the bull! Y Viva Espana!!!
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