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Going around the store, Destro looked at a few things and cocked his head to the side, inspecting the tapes and wanting one that would be strong, grabbing the most powerful and then heading over for rope. As he glanced at Ashley, he nodded his head towards where the wooden stakes were for fencing, and then towards the paint. "Choose a colour. Doesn't matter what one." Destro mumbled, his eyes fluttering around the room to make sure no one was looking at him strangely, and so far their heart rates were normal. No signs of a person under stress or fear. Good.
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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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