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The man was actually bringing him home just to give him food? And nothing else…Joseph furrowed his eyebrows, confused to say the least as he looked around the house yet again and tried to focus on where he was. Standing on his own finally, Joseph shook off his jacket and looked back up at the man. There was a slight pause until he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.
“No…I don’t care if it’s not fancy…” Joseph glanced at him and then spoke again. “My names Joseph..” he mumbled rather quietly while looking anywhere but at the man near him.
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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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