He is sure he knows her body better than anyone else, much better than the boys who get to touch it everywhere, probably better than she know it. When she walks toward him in the halls at school, he prepares, without thinking, to lift her. He knows the exact weight of her body, the limits of its strength, the smell of its sweat. His fingers have left bruises on her inner thighs, her hips, her arms.
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