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1 - Everyone groping for their coats, end of the night/well into the morning, my friend's voice blurry, warm and sweet with alcohol and leftover emotion from all the troubles he's just spent three hours or so telling me, and now he suddenly offers, "Tell me what's going on with you. Tell me," and I laugh, shake my head and insist on a hug instead.
2 - Mid-game, swooping down on the children with a growl and listening to them shriek in terror-tinged delight.
3 - I pick up my two-year-old niece and carry her to the dinner table, joking that she's so hungry she's trying to eat me. She leans over and deliberately gets a mouthful of my sleeve at the shoulder, bites down hard on the fabric and pulls her mouth away until it snaps back out of her teeth with a pop, then gives me a silent look which says, plain as day, "Yeah, I just did that. Don't try me."
2 - Mid-game, swooping down on the children with a growl and listening to them shriek in terror-tinged delight.
3 - I pick up my two-year-old niece and carry her to the dinner table, joking that she's so hungry she's trying to eat me. She leans over and deliberately gets a mouthful of my sleeve at the shoulder, bites down hard on the fabric and pulls her mouth away until it snaps back out of her teeth with a pop, then gives me a silent look which says, plain as day, "Yeah, I just did that. Don't try me."