Small talk followed by intense admiration, I was always a fan of intimacy.
Awkward little steps, a pace seething with insecurity, and the facial expressions to match.
A gesture sprinkled with love, a somewhat rewarding smile. I'm sweating again. I always sweat when I walk.
I swallow my embraces, retrace my apologetic footsteps, and vanish.
That smile encapsulates the joy of a thousand summers.
One would think that to be enough.
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