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What Matt said made Braxton think for a moment. If people were doing this as a game…what did the outcome have to be? Looking at each person, Braxton was about to talk before he heard that sound and his body tensed up.
It sounded strange…nothing he had heard before. Taking a single step back, Braxton listened to what Rio said and furrowing his eyebrows. “Run for it? Maybe…” Stepping forward, the redhead clenched his jaw and went in front of the three other men. “Hey! What the fuck do you want?” He yelled, showing that he hadn’t had an ounce of fear in him whatsoever.
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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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