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Josh laughed a bit from Lady still playing, standing up and seeing Akira drinking the ice cream. Heading towards the bed, Josh sighed and laid down, going under the blankets just to be a bit warmer and looking at Akira shortly. He just couldn’t understand how Akira could be hurt by someone, he was perfect in Josh’s eyes, or at least the closest thing to perfection that a human could come close to.
Opening up the blanket so that Akira could sneak under with him, Josh rested his head on the pillow and waited shortly, not seeming to mind waiting shortly since he had a nice view anyways.
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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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