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Akira didn't answer to that and took the last paper. He started to read. This time the was no mastakes.. just all the sentences... were so.. lazy. As if one writing them wanted to finish doing so as fast as he could. He thought how to say it in the best way possible. 'All this is screaming you were tired of writing it, Master.' There was need to correct it all. 'I can correct it for you, Master, if you would allow me to.'
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What is more sexy than feisty uke or some seme turned to uke? >:] <3
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