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While Shini was paying attention to his injuries, Joseph kept his eyes right on the man, making sure he didn’t do anything. His gaze was rather relaxed, casual, as if he had no intentions of kicking the man in the balls if he tried anything.
Joseph then parted his lips a bit more when Shini began to dab there, flinching just for a second when the alcohol touched the cut on his skin, burning slightly but ignoring it as much as he could. When he said that, Joseph slowly nodded, not taking his eyes off of Shini though.
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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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