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((MKAC))
I'm the same way about touch. Sometimes it's all I can do not to snap at my kids when they're being all climb-y touch-y in my space. Other times it doesn't bother me at all... Strange...
And I used to get out of the bed and go sleep on the couch when the stbx wouldn't leave me alone.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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