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She sometimes hummed “I wanna hold your hand”. Her own little joke. She could joke more now. Even on those occasions that used to send her into a blind panic, she knew she’d be alright. He’d hold her hand. Anchor her. Be there. She could feel the difference and her stats proved it. The presentation had gone well. He’d squeezed her hand and left and she was still Confident as she headed for the tube. As she walked past the store she felt a gentle pull towards the door, the sale. Maybe she should pay for the ad free one.