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Hell yeah we used to flirt, some of us still do. Perhaps the art of flirting has gone the way of making pie crust and fixing cars in the garage: extinct in those under 30. But I think it’s easier to recuperate. I suspect we need to go back to talking to strangers more in general, another nearly lost art that may be a kind of practice for flirting.

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