"We would sit with the front of your knees pressed against the side of my thigh and your sturdy chest lightly resting on my frail shoulders. But now we can't even get within five feet of each other without me flinching and my fingernails digging into my palms as I clench my fists over and over again, thinking of your dimpled chin resting on the crown of my head and how much I miss it."
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