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Sangre listened to Akira, saying a soft ‘ah’ and turning around. “Yes of course.” Rummaging through a nearby cupboard, Sangre pulled out a list and checked it over a few times. “I got a few things yesterday, they’re checked off so make sure he knows that.”
Sangre smiled lightly and looked into Akira’s eyes. “Thanks for stopping by. You alright?” Sangre then wondered, noticing something seemed a little off, passing him the slip of paper while keeping his eyes on 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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