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Despite what Akira wrote, Josh smiled sadly and nodded. “Well…now maybe it’ll find another star, like I did with you.” he said while smiling, but it wasn’t sad like the previous one. “Maybe I can find a new one for myself then.” Josh replied to try and switch up the conversation. He didn’t want it to sound sad since now he was a lot better, a lot less alone.
Standing up from the bed, Josh stretched and sighed, looking down at Akira before speaking. “I’ll be going to my room…would you like to join me or would you want to stay here, maybe read a little first?” he asked, not wanting him to feel obligated at all to follow him.
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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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