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Plain and to the point, Sunday morning you were at Thunder Valley with a friend named Dave, you were 44, wore a hat, said your name was Mark, from Citrus Heights. You thought you knew me, we joked, laughed, I sat next to you on the Cleopatra game by the exits. You left saying you hoped you didn't say anything wrong, and you didn't. I really want to see you again. Can't get any easier, God I hope.
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