The things we do without thinking...
I have a crazy small personal space, anyhow. And I touch all of you bunches. But I lean in to you and allow you, oh, I don't know, liberties? That I don't allow others. Even in public.
I might should watch it. And I hate that. I hate the idea of having to over-think our contact -- especially when it feels innocent. But it's not, is it? ;)
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