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Spring sophomore year: I met the most handsome man in the world. A few weeks later we were introduced, but I was too shy to do anything. Junior year I saw him in a bar. We talked. I asked him if he remembered my name. He said, "I can't remember the name of every beautiful woman I meet." It reads as corny, but it was as close to magic as I have ever experienced. I often wonder what ever became of him.
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