This is my second article to Ms. Ryan. I'm not or shall I ever wish to impose, FYI: I kind of meet you at a Gas Station in Georgia. I watch you leave the store/gas station, then return, then you stood in line behind me. I didn't know who you were at the time. I thought "This is most beautiful real woman that I seen in 17 years." My heart skipped a beat from looking at you. So in my crazy way I bragged to the Lady in front of you about my Military Service, I guess nerves kicked in. I wanted to talk to you but you had family and a man was with you fixing up the back of a Station Wagon for your...
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