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15 Sep

I was massaging the neck of the man in the bank. I was standing in front of him when I became aware that I had my hands on his shoulders. He was sitting in a chair. He reached up to massage his own shoulders. Our hands touched. I asked if he wanted me to continue to massage his shoulders. He told me, Do it more gently. So I tried. How’s that, I asked.

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