you were wearing chelsea boots and a mask and an autumn-y scarf, and I was wearing a black carhartt jacket and white nikes. we kept making eye contact and maybe I pretended like I wasn't into it. when you got off at 34th street, you looked back at me twice and I half-smiled and I could feel the heat in my face. if that pretty dark-haired woman is you, you should know that I'm still thinking about you.
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