It starts with a back-around hold; a hug that loops around your spine as you sit hunched over on a stool in the art room (because this is where it happens most). Your back would straighten in surprise before twisting sideways so you can see me. You are glad. You turn some more so that your chest can face me too, using (without realizing it) your
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