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Walking towards the tub, Topher kneeled in front of it, touching the water with the tips of his fingers and smiling since it was perfect. “Just right.” he said while shyly removing his shirt, thankfully his body was decent, rather slim although fit for his age. He kept his pants on until the bath was full, not wanting to get totally undressed in front of Zeke yet.
When he heard him speak of washing his back, Topher nodded shyly and smiled. “I…I think that would be nice thanks.” 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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