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Detro thankfully hadn’t woken up through the entire time he slept, even with Ashley’s attempts at falling asleep and the shackles moving in the process. Seven hours passed before Detro had awoken, his eyes on the stain glass window to see if the sun was out or not, then he slowly stood, rubbing along his eyes before glancing over at Ashley.
After a few seconds more, Detro stood up and let out a loud breath, walking past his pet and heading towards the bathroom. On the way, he asked. “Are you hungry for blood yet?” he wondered while going into the bathroom and looking into the mirror, not even checking to see if Ashley was awake before asking.
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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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