The first kind of pinch a person receives is, invariably, as an infant. As parents, relatives and admirers congregate around the bundle of unmitigated adorability, coos and funny faces are followed by affectionate pinches to the cheeks and various other fleshy parts of its miniature anatomy.
Later on in life, the same act evolves a decidedly more punitive significance. Pinches - sharp, lingering and painful - are applied by vexed parents to their recalcitrant offspring.
But even later on in life, if one should be lucky enough to find a partner so perfect their love seems almost surreal, the pinch finds another use. And when it fails to rouse the lovers from their perceived dream, that is when the pinch comes full circle and reassumes its original role.
So, pinch me. (And you did.)
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