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I can’t stop kicking myself. Just as I walked out of the bar, you were stepping into the elevator. We smiled at each other, and I almost asked if I could join you…
But I hesitated, and the moment slipped past.
Maybe I just imagined you smiling back. If I didn’t, I would enjoy seeing what would have happened if you had let me join you in the elevator.
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