Samara
we sat with our hands clasped tightly together, keeping them perfectly still until they lost their separateness and we couldn't tell whose pulse was whose. our heartbeats beat as one in the heart that formed in our hands.
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handssatclaspedtightlykeepingperfectlylostseparatenesspulseheartbeatsbeatheartformed