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he bench creaked slightly under us as
he sat beside me, close enough that our thighs touc
hed.
His arm reac
hed around me to adjust my posture just a little, and his voice lowered as
he spoke.
“Relax your hands,”
he said. “Don’t hold tension in your fingers.”
I let out a nervous laugh. “T
hey’re shaking.”
He chuckled, guiding my right hand gently.
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