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I had an office in the same complex as you in the summer of 2020. I would see you out in front, smoking, and I couldn't look away.
I don't know if you'd remember me--a smidge younger than you (early 40s), white, balding, dad bod, but still cute (I think, anyhow). I don't think we ever exchanged more than a nod or a wave, but I wanted you, badly. Still think about you.
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