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Josh curiously looked at Akira when he saw him writing but then suddenly stop. He furrowed his eyebrows in thought, parting his lips and asking since there was no reason not to. “You don’t understand what?” Josh wondered.
There was a relief that washed through him when he saw Akira eating again, it must have meant he was feeling a little bit better. Nodding his head when he was asked that, Josh went over towards the window, leaning against the wall to look outside. “Yes. It can be made up of any colours you‘d like..” He smirked lightly. “Blue and green right?” he asked with a slightly warmer smile.
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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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