How a Dill on My Cheek Led to Meeting Him

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I’m sitting in a cafe and see a guy looking at me. The waiter comes up to me and holds out a folded napkin, saying it’s a message from the young man at the next table.
I look for a pen to write my reply, unfold the napkin, and it says, “You have a dill on your cheek!” That’s how we met.

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