Hands Again

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Yesterday after lunch, I was holding my lunch box in my left hand as Michael and I walked down the hallway. I switched my lunchbox to my other hand because Michael was on my left. He says, "I saw what you did there." Then he holds out his hand. We held hands for like a minute. The thing is, he's like 5 inches taller than me, so to hold my hand, he has to lean over or I have to like bend my arm up, so it's really awkward and uncomfortable. But I don't care. His hands are really warm, guys....❤️

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