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Finding satisfaction in the fact that the attractive man beside him replied, Cresil’s slightly arrogant smile faltered when he said his last name, although returned less than a second later when he asked him his intention of being here.
“I’m more notorious than I thought. Only fair for you to tell me your name if you know mine.” Cresil proclaimed.
That next question was a bit more tricky. There were just so many reasons he had come to the bar and those two he listed were just some of the few.
“Both.” Cresil finally answered with a flirtatious edge to his voice.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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