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What Akira wrote made Josh feel a bit happy, and sad at the same time. He never had a real childhood, and that was probably the best time in a persons life, or at least it should be.
“You can play now whenever you want Akira. I wouldn’t mind.” Josh smiled when he poked the duck towards him, softly making a wave with his hand so that it would bob up and down towards Akira.
With the soap in his hand, Josh gently placed it against Akira’s chest and smirked again. “I won’ take too long, I promise.” he said while moving it along to his stomach, making sure he didn’t invade any of his personal space the entire time.
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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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