“We crossed paths on that suspension bridge on the East Coast Trail, La Manche. Glad you kinda lingered there. Shy glances, no words, maybe if we weren’t with respective friends, maybe, I dunno, but those looks were leveling. Why am I still thinkin’ ’bout you, Mr. Blue Tee in a white cap?” – What Now?
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