When I was younger (which is usually a theme around here), I used to touch everything in every room. It would take me hours to leave places I had never been before, because I knew I would never be there again. So I wanted to feel everything and drink every memory in and hope that tactile sensation would be enough to mollify my loss of never being able to go back. I lost that need in my fingers but not in my heart. But sometimes you just have to forget and kill off your needs and your memories.

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