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Destro allowed Ashley to leave, attending to a few of his own things while his pet went around, doing whatever he pleased. In the meantime, Isabella was busy with getting a few things set up, folding a bunch of clothes and setting them aside. Clearly they weren't for her, they consisted of rather small clothing, t-shirts and jeans, some cargo pants and a few sweaters.
When a knock was heard at her door, she looked back and walked over, slowly opening it up and sighing in relief at the person she saw before her. "I thought it might have been Destro. Hello again Ashley." She smiled, clearly not being bothered by his clothing, almost not even noticing it. "Would you like to come in?" She wondered.
Beray walked past the threshold of the door just in time, biting into a sandwich and looking at Ashley wide eyed before grinning so wide that his jaw hurt. His clothes were clean and fresh, the circles under his eyes were gone, and any sign of injury was completely gone now, making the young man look like a completely normal person.
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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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