Born to Ride
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"I'll be back," my girlfriend heads to the restroom.
I walk towards the bar when someone bumps into me, making my hat fall on the floor.
"Sorry about that," the stranger says
"Don't worry about it," I reach down for my hat.
I find it next to some white boots. "Howdy, Cowboy"
I look up and grab my hat.
"Clove?"
She smirks
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