Boundaries...boundaries.. He has no sense of boundaries. He talks, throws his back in laughter, telling his story. He looks at me and touches my arm. I stop myself from recoiling. He holds my gaze momentarily, then shyly he looks away and continues to talk. He then touches my leg, and holds my knee until i move i…
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