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Seeing that Akira was okay, Josh nodded slowly and saw what he wrote, instantly shaking his head. “Not your fault. Just be careful.” He whispered to him before he got back to rubbing along his shoulders. Checking up on Akira once in a while, Josh focused usually in front of himself. He closed his eyes momentarily, really enjoying how it felt to be massaged, something he hadn’t had in a long time.
Just in case Akira wasn’t sure if he was doing a good job or not, Josh spoke up with a pleasant tone to his voice. “It’s really helping me relax. Thanks again Akira.” he muttered.
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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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