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Destro stopped moving when he felt Ashley’s arms around him, his blue eyes opening to look down at his pet, his hands frozen in midair as he just listened to what was being said. For a few moments, Destro just looked at Ashley, his expression blank, although after a little while longer, he whispered in a voice that sounded despondent, something he didn’t show very often.
“Don’t pity me.” Destro moved, pushing Ashley’s arms away and still keeping his gaze away from the man nearby. “I don’t want to hear another word from you….don’t make me force you...” Destro had his jaw tightly clenched, standing there motionless as he waited for Ashley to leave, keeping his eyes locked on the tiled wall as if it caught his interest.
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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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