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The touch
Today i took the bus to go at work;
I entered in the bus.
And stayed nearby the door;
The bus would stop frequently.
So to maintain balance,
I had to put my hand at an iron holder,
Nearby the door;
On the way,
A boy came nearby;
As soon as he entered,
He put his hand next to mine;
The bus made a sudden stop
So his hand slipped and touched my hand;
I felt his heat against my skin;
I moved my hand further;
Then the bus made another stop.
So his hand slipped once again,
And touched my hand;
I felt his skin pressed next to mine.
So I again moved my hand down below.
Meanwhile he did the same thing.
And moved his hand above the holder;
I entered in the bus.
And stayed nearby the door;
The bus would stop frequently.
So to maintain balance,
I had to put my hand at an iron holder,
Nearby the door;
On the way,
A boy came nearby;
As soon as he entered,
He put his hand next to mine;
The bus made a sudden stop
So his hand slipped and touched my hand;
I felt his heat against my skin;
I moved my hand further;
Then the bus made another stop.
So his hand slipped once again,
And touched my hand;
I felt his skin pressed next to mine.
So I again moved my hand down below.
Meanwhile he did the same thing.
And moved his hand above the holder;
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