I'm not good at hugs.
My first instinct is never reciprocate embrace but instead:
I don't know why. It isn't because Mommy and Daddy didn't love me enough or anything, because my parents hugged me plenty as a kid and my mom still does. My dad prefers sneaking up behind me and goosing me in the ribs while hollering something incoherent to startle me further. Actually, it may be his fault after all.
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