I sat down in a crowded auditorium for the first time in over a year. It’s been so long since I saw this many people at one time. A man leaned over and wrapped his hand around my shoulder. I can’t remember the last time I was touched, either. I flinched slightly as I felt a needle sink into my arm. I skipped class at least once a month to serve as a human pincushion for most of my life. But after all this time, I forgot what the puncture of my flesh felt like. My breath caught, and I looked up at the high ceilings to coax my tears back in my eyes.
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