Her breath caught as her lover took her hand. It always did when they touched in public spaces, in full view of people who now thought simultaneously too much and too little of human contact. But here in the dimming lights of the auditorium, where the voices of schoolchildren rose and fell in off-pitch arcs; where people aren’t lovers, but parents and coupled professionals, holding hands like this, warm skin on skin, seemed lewd, almost pornographic and thought pulled at the edges of her lips…
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