You, sir, are a dullard. An insensitive scrap of moving rawhide that deserves to be thrown to the dogs. I mean, have you SEEN the emotions in her eyes when she beholds you? She's lost, she's gone, she's overtaken and blinded by the feelings you invoke within her soul. And you can't HOLD HER HAND?
That's harsh, man. It's just an intertwining of fingers, a momentary (temporary) lacing of destinies. Palm meeting palm, in such an easily undone manner. Just hold her hand. It won't kill you. Besides, if you keep hurting her like this, I'll disembowel you with a BIC lighter - forget throwing you to the dogs.
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