Please do not stand so close to me so that I can smell, physically see, and perhaps even be repulsively sprayed with the stale remnants of your last night’s dinner. Do not embrace me, you are not my grandmother. Holding hands. Out of the question. Back up. Over there. A little further. Further.

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