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Grace giggled when Deiru said that about a slave, seeing Kaden nearly perk up at the idea. Nodding her head, she moved her hand that held the glass and replied. “It’s no problem. I tried teaching Kaden before, so I’m sure I can teach you something.” Grace smiled.
Rolling his eyes, Kaden knew all too well how badly that one day turned out. He started a fire in her house, which only made everyone in the nearby building evacuate. Thankfully it was only a small fire so her house was saved from any real damage.
“That was an accident. Plus…I wouldn’t mind having a hot slave in my kitchen cooking for me when I got home from work everyday.” Kaden muttered near Deiru’s ear for only him to hear, chuckling hotly and showing he was playful in his voice alone.
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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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