It was a rocky ride. Their shoulders bounced together. And in their heightened state such contact was like the meeting of two exposed wires. Keema gripped the rim of the wagon’s entrance. He was embarrassed by how happy he was, to be sitting next to someone. He tried to hide it, his delight, but it was too expansive. I was unused to such touch. It flowed over the lip of his soul and onto the floor. Jun, not being as deprived as Keema when it came to the nourishment of physical contact, took notice of the pleasure radiating from his friend. He pressed gently into Keema’s side; Keema pressed
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