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Sangre felt a sense of relief wash over him when Akira said he wouldn’t speak of it, smiling once again. “Thanks.” he replied back before reading what Akira was writing once again.
Having to think of what Akira wrote for a few seconds, Sangre creased his brow in thought before nodding slowly.
“It’s not stupid I…I actually agree.” Sangre sighed and leaned on the counter just a bit more before shaking his head. “I’ve gotten to know him over the time I’ve served him, sometimes he’d ask for me to stay a little longer and play a game of chess or let him stay here and observe me cook because I think he was lonely. But I also think he does have a fear of others as well like you said. But not in the same way.” Sangre finished while taking a deep breath.
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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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