Sighting

To the handsome man who kindly helped me load dirt into my greenish-gray Toyota pickup at Kelso, thank you so much. You had a copper-brown classic truck, and I love classic vehicles. I wish I had started a conversation about that, but I didn’t. I feel silly for not even getting your name or phone number. After I left, I kept thinking about it and regretted not asking. I doubt you’ll see this, but I’ve searched everywhere on Facebook and can’t find you. Still, I really want to reconnect.

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