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When the fork in the road seemed to appear, Braxton stayed against the wall, shaking his head and whispering. “Shit, we have to choose again…” Glancing at James, he thought before wondering. “You think we should go with right this time?” he asked.
Since they had time to relax, the time passed quickly and Braxton glanced back at Rio, smirking softly when he thanked him. “Glad I can help…let me know if any of you need anything.” Gently, Braxton first placed Rio’s legs on the ground then gently letting go of the rest of his body although keeping an arm around his waist, at least until he steadied himself enough to stand on his own.
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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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