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Twenty minutes of just standing there, being 'that' person in a party who stands in the corner and sulks the entire time. Seeing how tired Dritz looked, the angel smirked a little, deciding to do something for once. Walking over towards his friend, Azrael kept his eyes on the others, standing beside Dritz and speaking to him.
"It's nice to see you let loose." Azrael admitted, only glancing down at his friend when he wondered if he was still alive. It seemed he was a bit tired from the dancing, although of course that itself only amused Azrael more.
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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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