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Topher grinned when he saw Mac, feeling a few of his licks on his face and letting out a giggle of happiness. "Love you too. Come on, sleep with me and daddy." He whispered, tucking the dog under his arm and closing his eyes, sighing in warmth when he felt Zeke's body pressed against him from behind.
"Goodnight Zeke. I love you." Topher whispered, feeling the gentle touch of his hand resting on his stomach and having the sensation of being comforted.
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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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