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Noble looked at Orin, obviously not impressed. “I didn’t plan on us fucking. Idiot.” The incubus sighed, rubbing his forehead before glancing back at him and creasing his brow. “I’m kind of in the middle, moving around but stopping here and there and…what’s up with those rumors anyways?” he asked, not wanting to push the subject and ask if they were true.
When Orin brought up the bakeries, Noble looked slightly surprised before smiling. “They have the best fucking bread in Europe.” The incubus chuckled and nodded. “I like that idea.
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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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