Dear Deaf Guy Whose Hand I Was Squeezing For A Good 10 Minutes At The Haunted House,

I'm aware that I don't know you. At all. Never met you. Never will. Yet, we were entangled as if we knew each other's deepest secrets and hearts' desires.

You were a good sport though. I was a woman in distress. Those teen perverts with masks and creepy cackles lurking around every dark bend were scary as shit though!

I hope I didn't break any of your fingers with my carelessness. I would hate to think my fear somehow damaged your best tools for communication.

What's The ASL Sign For "Let's Be Best Friends"?
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