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And I can imagine laying next to him and grabbing his hand. I’ll nimbly trace along the lines and say, “you know, I can read palms?” And when he asks me to read his. I’ll press my lips onto every inch of his skin from his wrists to his fingers and say, “hmmm, I see us, just like this, for the next 70 years of our lives.”

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