We listened to the Rolling Stones as we went down 275. I hadn’t seen you in about a week and I was anxious to not feel distant anymore. I took your hand in mine, held it for a moment. My fingers raced all over your palms, working their way up to the pads of your fingertips.
My God! I thought. I can feel your heartbeat in your fingertips.
Or was that mine?
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