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Waiting at the door, Joseph was about to turn back after slight deliberation, although he was cut off when Shini opened the door and nearly pulled him inside. Walking in, Joseph was still slightly shivering, looking up at the man and shaking his head.
“It’s fine, really…” Watching as Shini went to get him something dry, Joseph sighed and leaned against the wall, sniffling a bit and wondering what exactly he’d say to the man. He couldn’t tell him he was homeless…right?
When Shini returned, Joseph looked at the clothes and then listened about the hot chocolate. “I’m not sure if I’d like it, I never tried it before but…yes, I’d love some.” Joseph managed a slight smirk, still a bit hesitant but...he couldn’t lie to himself, he was glad he decided to show up. If not, he’d most likely get sick again and he really hated being sick on the streets.
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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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