[Tammy flexes her fingers in toward her palm as Rapunzel let's her go, contemplating that soft touch and in the same breath telling herself not to dwell on it. It leaves her confused enough that she's not sure which thought wins, as her thumb idly brushes over her palm.]
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[Tammy flexes her fingers in toward her palm as Rapunzel let's her go, contemplating that soft touch and in the same breath telling herself not to dwell on it. It leaves her confused enough that she's not sure which thought wins, as her thumb idly brushes over her palm.]