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Our hands brushed. Was it an accident? Or did he intentionally grab my hand instead of literally anywhere else on the box? It was just for a second, if even that long, but it was just enough time to make me blush, to send an electric shock straight to my heart. His hand was cold but comforting. Rough but tender. And at a time when I felt like I was drowning, him touching my hand was like him pulling me up from down below. I just wish it lasted longer.

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