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Josh’s attention was brought back to Akira, reading what he wrote and nodding slowly. “I should actually do that too once in a while. He seems to be good with that, go ahead. I’m sure he’d love to speak with you.” With a light smile, Josh laid down on Akira’s bed next to the cat, still petting her.
Looking up at the ceiling, Josh took a deep breath and thought deeply for a moment, biting at the edge of his lip anxiously and wondering if he should contact someone to ensure he’d be ‘safe’ for a little while longer.
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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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