“I’ve been hugged a lot. More than I like, actually. It seems to be a thing now. Females—complete strangers—come in for hugs as a greeting. Acquaintances embrace. People you run into on the street dive in all the fucking time like we’re all oh-so-close besties, even though they’re barely touching you. I hate the fake affection. But this is different. He’s holding onto me. Like, if he doesn’t, I might fall.”
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Penelope Douglas,
Credence