In the midst of witnessing debauchery and pole-dancers, I thought of you.
And suddenly a chain of 8 numbers ran in my head. Ah, your phone number. The ones I had erased from my phone, to forget you, to erase all those silly hopes of you contacting me that one fine day.
Funny how our mind works.
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