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noun

a gesture of greeting, good-fellowship, or triumph in which one person slaps the upraised palm of the hand against that of another.

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high-five

—n
1.	a gesture of greeting or congratulation in which two people slap raised right palms together

—vb
2.	to greet or congratulate (a person) in this way

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Word Origin & History

high-five

originally U.S. basketball slang, 1980 as a noun, 1981 as a verb, though the greeting itself seems to be older (e.g. Dick Shawn in "The Producers," 1968).

Example sentences

She sounded a fanfare, spun and raised her left arm for a high-five.

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