I think I can, I think I can
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I tell Dave first. I need his body, his surety, his gravity. For as long as I can remember, I’m more stable in the world when I’m physically attached, flesh-on-flesh, to another life form. As a kid, mom and dad were my hosts, arm or hip pressed parasitically into them. In junior high, when I learned this behavior wasn’t cool or even acce…