He held her tightly. And his mouth was so big, he swallowed her lips. She felt shivers go through her whole body. Her toes were tingling.
She was intrigued about the fleeting moments that she experienced during moments of solitude.
She was alone a lot of her life. And she was not alone sixty per cent of the time.
She dreamt of a life that was not hers. That would never be hers.
She dreamt of a mountain of hugs. Of feeling so warm in the World.
She dreamt of stepping outside only to be surrounded in a velour blanket of hugs.
She dreamt of walking through her city and being able to shift and be shifted by smiles.
She dreamt of cleaner air and more trees.
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