You were wearing an all red Nebraska shirt with a open sweater over it, with black capris tights. We crossed paths in one of the isles, you seemed to be looking for something specific, then turned to me and said "I think I'm looking in the wrong isle". We passed each other several times, exchanging a couple of glances, before we both checked out. I really want you to know that I think you are absolutely gorgeous. I knew I should have said something to you, but I really hate grocery shopping and am hardwired to get outta that place as soon as humanly possible. Maybe I will luck out and you will see this, or maybe I'll be fortunate enough to run into you again.
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