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Getting inside, Harry closed his eyes when the water hit his head, although managed to peek at Draco when he heard his voice. Smiling and then biting his lip, Harry put his hands to his hair and hummed. “Tough decision. Either we get dirty once we’re clean, or dirty before we‘re cleaned. I think it makes sense to choose the latter.” Harry said with a smile, still a bit flustered with the idea of ‘fun’ with him, but also anticipating it as well.
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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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