Hands

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"My hands won't stop shaking." She said, showing me her shaking hands.

I took her hands into my own, stopping the shaking. "There, all better."

She smiled softly at me, looking down at our joined hands. I let go of her hands, sensing her awkwardness. She rubbed them together as if they were cold.

She looked down at my own hands, all lonely on its own. I didn't even notice her grabbing my hand, but suddenly she did, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

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