A brief thought on touch and narratives

My mom told me touch is my primary love language. (Ay, that book.)

True, touch is more intense to me than, apparently, many other people. (Maybe to do with autistic, maybe to do with hard-of-hearing, whatever.)

So why is it surprising that it’s also the most dangerous?

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