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Bringing his gaze from Akira’s small frame, to his beautiful eyes, Josh nodded slowly and smiled vaguely. “Yes, perfect. My own personal definition of perfection would be you.” He said quietly, as though what he was saying was only to be heard by Akira, and nobody else.
Looking out the nearby window, Josh noticed the sun nearly set completely, the sky slowly beginning to darken.
“I should get the telescope ready, why don’t you choose a book for me to read to you tonight? Or we can read it together.” Josh smiled softly. “You can look in my office for anything, I have a wide variety.” he offered while putting everything away for the time being.
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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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