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Nodding his head, Harry knew that was a good idea. He was tired, and this weekend would be something he’d be looking forward to now. “I like that idea. I can’t wait…but let’s rest.” he smirked, kissing Draco and wrapping his arms around his neck.
“Let’s go lay down then.” Harry smiled and rubbed beneath his glasses to get to his eyes.
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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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