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She put a hand on his shoulder. He was getting used to people touching him all the time. It must be one of those unspoken social agreements, like patting a pregnant woman’s belly. There seems to be a rule when someone is mourning—you can touch him without permission.
Luke decided to refrain from his own glass, not sure it was wise to rid himself of too many inhibitions when he was a proud owner of so many.
