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with trembling hands, I cup his masked jaw and force him to rest his forehead against mine. I don’t know what else to do to calm him down. He grips my wrists tightly, squeezing and then relaxing and squeezing again, as if he’s trying to ground himself. “I can feel them, you know.”
alexithymic alcoholic
fuck.
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