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Cresil had looked for hours, literally until the sun set, but he had no luck. Aoki’s place was almost impossible to find, Cresil didn’t even know where to begin, so he headed straight home that night, not being able to sleep through the whole night.
When the morning arose, he ended up heading to the place that might have answers. Aoki spoke of his work, vaguely but Cresil had a faint idea of where that might be, and if he asked around maybe someone would know where he lived.
Looking like a complete stalker, Cresil went to Aoki’s work, heading inside and asking to see the manager for important matters. As he got to Aoki’s boss’ office, he knocked on the door, impatiently waiting for someone to ask him to come in.
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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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