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It was the taboo of the touch and although it was her habit, it still held the power to thrill me to comfort my distance. We chatted as she scanned each item , especially the contraband cake, and it was as if we were conspiring, masking our planned insurrection. I obeyed the card-only directive and, as the till printed the receipt in a flurry, she reached over, stripped it away and pointedly held both hands out toward mine. And just there – as I reached around the screen, she cupped my hand in hers and she gifted me her “Look after yourself, luv.” - while I choked on my goodbye.
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:47 PM UTC
My weekly shop at Sainsburys during the first lockdown
It was the taboo of the touch and although it was her habit, it still held the power to thrill me to comfort my distance. We chatted as she scanned each item , especially the contraband cake, and it was as if we were conspiring, masking our planned insurrection. I obeyed the card-only directive and, as the till printed the receipt in a flurry, she reached over, stripped it away and pointedly held both hands out toward mine. And just there – as I reached around the screen, she cupped my hand in hers and she gifted me her “Look after yourself, luv.” - while I choked on my goodbye.
Arvon retreat writing exercise
stevejeff
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Jun 19, 2022
Jun 19, 2022 at 3:47 PM UTC
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