[Something clenches in his chest, like his heart is being squeezed the same way Allison squeezes his hand. He leaves their hands like that, linked together, smiling down at her. All those years, watching her through pictures. And now he finally gets to touch her.]
I think we're going to get along well, Allison. I very much want us to be friends.
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I think we're going to get along well, Allison. I very much want us to be friends.