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As if it was such a problem for him, Destro sighed in irritation and put his jacket on, walking to Ashley and taking a few moments to look at him before speaking. “Fine. Would you rather stay here, or come with me and get your food?” Destro asked, but not to be nice, in fact he probably cared less for his answer. He’d bring him, but he looked way too weak and it would take a lifetime to actually get him over to get real food. Although at the same time, leaving him here could be risky, unless he commanded him. For now, he allowed Ashley to decide while going to grab him something to wear.
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~Ernest Gaines
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