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The time that passed was interesting to say the least. Ket didn't hurt himself much, a few hits but nothing that would bruise or make him bleed. When it was Ashley's turn, Ket was about to dodge but he stopped when he noticed he hit himself instead.
"You alright?" Ket asked, slowly walking over to Ashley and checking out his head, wiping it with his hand and trying to prevent any from going towards his eyes if it was bad enough. "Yeah but you tried at least." Ket then chuckled, his eyes on the blood although he resisted it rather easily.
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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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