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Sara,
Everytime you come into my cafe my heart stops. A lump forms in my throat, I can't swallow... Although that may be Wayne's cinnabuns... but I don't think so, it is you.
Sara, you look so good, when you come in and order your coffee... with your hangover and grumpy face...I just want to say I love you.
Have a nice lunch. I'll be dreaming of you devouring me like a sundried tomato,
--Kevin
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This was found in a desk at work.