"Why, yes! My horribly painful mutation gave me an extra extra pair of arms. Love - the looks we shared, the spreading grins as our fingers slotted into place. Sound - our unabashed giggles filled our dim apartment. Touch - his hands worked their way into mine. It was refreshing to have something so simple and grounding to focus on. Like new lovers trying to figure out how we fit together. A short, sappy story starring some soul sanctum scholars.
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