Tifa's hands were cool
and sleek. They never failed to remind her of the glass cups and
bottles she would so often see at the bar.
Whenever she felt
scared, Tifa's hand was the first one she would squeeze.
Then she felt safe.

Tifa's hands were cool
and sleek. They never failed to remind her of the glass cups and
bottles she would so often see at the bar.
Whenever she felt
scared, Tifa's hand was the first one she would squeeze.
Then she felt safe.
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