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Sangre took a step back and gave off an apologetic smile, not meaning to startle the poor man and make him feel that way. "Sorry about that. Hm..here Akira." Sangre adjusted his clothes a little, flattening out a few parts with his hands and smiling softly as he began to speak.
"Josh will love this on you. I know he will. It'll mean a hell of a lot to him to see you choose something for yourself, and then pull it off." Sangre smiled slightly and continued, his hands resting on Akira's elbows. "You have every right to wear whatever clothes you want, just the same way as everyone else on this planet. If you like something, don't hold yourself back Akira." Sangre said, his voice low so that only him and Akira could hear it.
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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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