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one thing i dislike about the summer:
when riding on a crowded T, my bare arm sometimes touches another's bare arm. i do anything i can to prevent this. this morning, i swear that as i kept moving my arm further from the man next to me, he kept moving his arm so that it stayed on mine. i was actually getting annoyed with him. even when im sitting my arm sometimes touches the person next tome. i usually end up reading my book by holding it in front of my face (instead of in my lap) so that i don't have to touch anyone's arm. it makes me feel dirty.
the irony? i love affection.
when riding on a crowded T, my bare arm sometimes touches another's bare arm. i do anything i can to prevent this. this morning, i swear that as i kept moving my arm further from the man next to me, he kept moving his arm so that it stayed on mine. i was actually getting annoyed with him. even when im sitting my arm sometimes touches the person next tome. i usually end up reading my book by holding it in front of my face (instead of in my lap) so that i don't have to touch anyone's arm. it makes me feel dirty.
the irony? i love affection.