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The five hours that passed gave Destro just enough time to finish the paperwork. He was doing the last ten when he sighed and kept on going, not stopping until he wrote his signature on the very last sheet. Finally done, Destro stood up off the bed, his legs slightly stiff as he went out of the room, heading to the office and handing the pile in before heading back and taking a moment to just pause and relax.
Drawing his attention back onto Ashley, Destro walked over to him, eyeing his body for a short moment and then running a hand through his own hair while speaking. "I need you for something, come on stand up." Destro muttered.
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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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