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Catching what Deiru said, Kaden let out another deep sigh. It was challenging to try and ‘rehabilitate’ the demon, it didn’t seem as though his tactics were working, although what he was doing weren‘t very good. Fucking and chopping a persons fingers off wasn’t something people did to help others.
Opening his light red eyes, Kaden began to wash up, hoping the water and his thoughts alone would rid himself of having to deal with himself sexually. He wasn’t in the mood for it anymore, it was as though the small argument with Deiru bothered him, more than it probably should have.
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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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