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The feeling of anxiety was slightly running through Topher, but he knew he should try and relax. Looking at Zeke worriedly and nodding his head, the young male very hesitantly took a few steps back, counting under his breath until he was at least three or four feet away but it was odd…he wasn’t used to being away from Zeke anymore, it as though being just a few feet away from him made Topher feel alone again.
Smiling very softly to try and comfort Zeke, Topher waited for the change, knowing it would be painful, and probably a bit scary at first but he’d get used to it, knowing that someday he’d have to do this when he became a werewolf.
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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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