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You, sitting on the second tier of wooden bleachers in the sculpture garden intently typing on your phone and indifferently vaping on your vape, and I, much like Gilligan, albeit of the Middle Eastern persuasion, in a denim baseball cap with a small hula dancer on it, somehow managed to walk by when you looked up at me with your disarming smile and charming glasses and red red hair: something I could never do again, if I was lucky enough for you to see this and respond…
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