I was at a stoplight the other day when I looked to my right and noticed a guy in an SUV next to me mouthing something to me. His window was up and I couldn’t hear him, but I thought that he was going to tell me something about my car, like maybe a tire was flat or something, for he seemed to be looking at my car as he mouthed words to me. I rolled down my window and he rolled down his. “Can I get your number? Can I have your number?” He asked me.
God, I’m so naïve.
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