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Nodding his head, Cresil kept his eyes locked with Aoki’s, and as he listened to him speak now, he was relieved to hear him talk about it. At least now he was able to without being overly upset. The mental image of that made Cresil cringe, shaking his head and holding Aoki tighter against him, as if he was trying to get him away from that memory.
“Must be so damn hard for you. I wish you didn’t have to see that.” Cresil closed his eyes momentarily and opened them a minute later. “Will you be okay? I know it wont leave your mind but you seem calmer than before.” he mumbled.
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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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