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Monday, November 3, 2014
I struck up a conversation with you and learned you were single as we sat together on the crowded bus. When I asked if you'd like to go out some time, you could have just said no. Looking at me as if I was shit on your shoe and snottily saying Nah Uh wasn't necessary. —I took a chance