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Sangre smiled softly. Akira seemed so much happier, or at least at ease when he held his hand so he made sure not to let go. Giving Akira’s hand a soft squeeze, Sangre then looked ahead and walked, waving with his free hand at some of the others although thankfully there weren’t as many people compared to weekends or special events.
“How do you like it here? If you like it that is…” Sangre muttered with a faint frown. The week together let the chef know Akira was a bit more comfortable with the place, he wasn’t entirely sure he was enjoying it.
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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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