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Now, Christen wasn't quite sure when she figured out she needed touch kind of like she needed oxygen - but the fact remained that if she wasn't touching someone or being touched in some way she just felt...unsettled. She suppose, if she had to pinpoint it, would guess it had started far before she had even been slightly aware of it. It sort of made sense now why as a baby, she was practically inconsolable if she wasn't being carried, or why she took such a long time to be trained to sleep in her own bed, away from her parents. Maybe it was when she got older, a teenager, realising that people were a lot less naturally inclined to physical contact - that when a boy touched you or you touched him, as innocent as it may have been, it suddenly came with strings and expectations and rumours. She suppose she could've realised it when she finally got into the National Team, a solid place on the roster for World Cup's and Olympics alike, where the women on the team joked and laughed around with each other constantly, affectionate and comfortable with each other in a way that Christen could only dream of achieving. It could've been when she met Tobin Heath.
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