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It took almost an hour before Destro returned. Walking back into his room, he held two bags, his posture way straighter than before, and his mood ‘lifted’ but just barely. Heading over towards Ashley, Destro placed the bags down in front of him, returning to his dresser to going through a few things.
Inside the one bag was a few water bottles, about five that Ashley could drink from, and then re-use later on. The other bag had warm Chinese food. Noodles, fried rice, and honey garlic chicken.
Destro walked back towards the bathroom, deciding to take a shower while Ashley ate, if he woke up and decided to eat.
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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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