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When my hands are whispers not shouts. I'm going to keep finding out what he likes. This is what people do.
They get close and try to stay there.
They stay.
They keep trying to hold on to each other, even though is not really possible, I don't think. Because people are always moving, aren't they. But this is what they do. They keep trying
I'll keep trying.
To keep him well.
To keep him happy.