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Nobody would touch you. Nobody would get close. Everyone smiled and nodded and stepped carefully aside and pretended the reason they were sweating had nothing to do with the ticking in your hands. You moved through the world in a pocket of empty space that looked like respect and felt like quarantine.
Four days into the academic term, I had not been touched by another human being since Seraphina’s handshake.
Not accidentally. Not casually. Not the shoulder-brush of a c ...
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