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Josh looked over at Sangre before focusing his attention on Akira. “Sangre’s birthday is on November 2nd. And his age, wel-”
“I’m turning thirty this year, thanks for pointing that out.” Sangre said from nearby. “Ten year difference. First I thought it was strange, but since we’re so alike, it doesn’t really seem to matter much.“ Sangre spoke while he looked at Josh and smiling. “Sorry for cutting you off.”
Josh shook his head and smiled. “I understand. His age is something he’s proud of.” Josh rolled his eyes.
Noticing how Akira touched the flowers, Josh smirked and whispered to him. “They’re beautiful aren’t they?” he asked.
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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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