He sees me too late and by the time he waves back I am tossed about in the crowd. I am pushed forward. I travel without having to take a step. It feels like many unfinished hugs. I am laughing out loud. I can see him follow me and it's become like a game.
This continues until someone pushes me too hard and I fly up into the air where it is very, very cold.
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