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When Akira finished the plates up, Sangre said a small ‘thanks’ since it would mean he didn’t have to do extra tonight. When the servant then said it was good, his smile broadened. “Glad you liked it.” he stated but then was caught back at attention when Akira wrote that he wanted to ask something.
“No please go ahead. I have hours to waste.” Sangre smiled, looking as if there was some juicy gossip that he could learn about.
Leaning against the counter, the chef looked at Akira. “Go ahead, ask me whatever you’d like.”
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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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