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"Akira." Josh said, his name being a bit more firm then usual. He wanted him to understand, not only to think of the bad. Taking a soft hold of his arms, Josh looked at Akira and spoke to him with a clearer voice. "Listen. Please listen to me. Those thoughts are normal okay? You have no reason to be saying sorry. I love you, I....I really do, and what you think is your own thoughts, you can't tell me you're sorry for that my little butterfly. The only thing Akira has to be sorry for, is nothing. Nothing at all. Look into my eyes for me." Josh said again, wanting to see him, and really wanting to sleep tonight happily with his boyfriend in his arms.
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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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