32 years ago you spoke the word “serendipity” down the subway stairs. I haven’t forgotten.

Two weeks ago you posted on missed connections. Call me…

To the girl on the elevator… you went to floor five… I pushed the button for you.

To the girl at Axe & Palm.. do you know how many calories are in that?

I saw you at Senior Night a month back, but I’m pretty sure you didn’t see me. Or at least that’s what I assumed when I saw you passed out in a pile of your own throw up. Hit me up.

You wrote a Flipside article once, and then I loved you.

SEND YOUR MISSED CONNECTIONS TO FLIPSIDE@STANFORD.EDU

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