shoulder

shrugging shoulders.

Your arms that are holding me aren't lying? Your strong hands on my back aren't lying to me, and not your smell, and not your warmth, and not that feeling I have when I put my head on your shoulder that I'm here, I'm safe? 🔊

(He takes the little page by the shoulder.)

(A silence. He put his hand on the page's shoulder.)

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