His hand drifts up the underside of my forearm. He uses a finger to trace the barely visible trail of a pale green vein; I watch the ever-so-slight indentation under his gentle touch.
His fingers slide between mine, in a latticework of digits. The soft webby skin tucks against my own.
A perfect fit.
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2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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