harmless

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Somewhere between then and now, a sweeping sense of familiarity's taken over most aspects of my world. There are now layers of meaning behind our words. Fumbling hands have become more adept over time. There was once a pleasant amusement that hung in the air whenever I felt hands struggling with bra clasps, but now, hands just move with cold precision. There is a method with a clear goal, and I can feel it in the movements. I'd like to think it all feels the same in the end (and maybe it does), but I'm walking away with a heavier heart these days.

What are the right answers?