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"Really?" Destro muttered, looking at his closet and standing up. The sex made him a little sluggish, making him a bit slower than usual as he went to it and opened the door, getting to the bottom to grab that infamous box. "Well then, maybe I can show you something..."
Smirking softly, Destro took a single ring in his hand, walking over to Ashley and speaking in a demanding, but rather calm voice. "Give me your left hand." He said with his hand out.
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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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