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Sangre brought over some tea for both Josh and Akira, placing it in front of them before sitting a chair down from the two, wanting to make sure he wasn’t sitting so close that it was an invasion or privacy. “I used to make it when I first got here. Master used to get sick a lot after his mother…” Sangre stopped and just focused on the food as he ate some.
“Thanks.” The chef said simply.
Not saying anything for a moment, Josh had a little more before focusing on his tea and blowing on the surface. Looking at the letter, the older male took a deep breath and began to open it. Even though they were eating, he needed to read it…even though he was dreading it.
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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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