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Looking at Ashley's neck, Destro sighed and rolled his eyes, stopping in his steps and putting his hand to the males neck, being rather careful as he began removing it. "Fine. But once we get back inside I'm putting it back on. Got it?" Destro muttered, looking into his green eyes as he took it off, shoved it in his pocket and moved forward.
"Now. Let's head forward, follow close and make sure no idiot tries to kill me again." Destro said seriously, not being out in a while after the idiot shot him. Still not finding him so it was rather dangerous to walk outside like this.
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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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