So, I'm sitting in the airport at home, around noon and this girl keeps walking past me, looking at me. Finally, she comes up to me and asks if I remember her. So, of course, I'm really confused and I say "Um, no, I don't. Sorry?" And she says, "Do you remember Franco?" I say, "Batistone?? Oh my god, are you Chloe??" And it was. Franco Batistone
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