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After a minute or two, Thora finally turned, but not without saying one final. “Bye Cresil.” he glared, his eyes on Aoki but he didn’t even say another word. Instead he walked off, going back towards the store to get the groceries he needed.
“Good riddance.” Cresil mumbled, looking down at Aoki and wrapping his arm around his shoulder, smiling even if it was a bad moment to do so. “Is it odd…that you turned me on?” he wondered while started to go towards his home. He had no intentions of the dude ruining his day, he wanted to be with Aoki and nothing would spoil that.
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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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