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February 12, 2011
I sat at her desk and grasped her hand gently. It was very soft and it fit neatly into mine, and I began to realize I hadn't held a girl's hand for a long time.

I pulled the sliver out and she began to tell me about the time she almost fainted when she pulled a sliver out of her own hand, and after a few moments she began to frown at me and pull her hand away. Looking down, I realized I was still holding it.

"OH!" I said, practically throwing her hand back to her, "oh! I'm sorry!"