He was a blonde Lab, I think-- I'm awful identifying breeds. We were in a curated store, or called something like that: "Curation" or "Curator". He was a good good boy, I gave him solid pets and said "I'll let you go". I think you would've let me pet him for a while longer, if I had asked. I think you said something, along the lines of "Oh it's fine", but I'm not sure. I was still a little stoned, but I remember you had a lovely smile. You had a beanie on, glasses, and a Waldo-esque (and I mean that in the best way), sweater. You were gorgeous (as was your dog) and I got nervous and didn't want to take up more of your time. I live in LA, so I'll most likely never see you again. But you were beautiful. You and Sassa are one of the reasons I fell in love with San Fransisco.
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