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Rayne sighed lightly and then rolled his eyes. "Yes, I guess you're right. I'll make sure I keep it neat, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't let me go out if it is a mess." Rayne said knowingly. "But I have no problem with that." He trailed off, noticing it wasn't being pulled as often, meaning most of the mess and tangles were gone now.
With his hair cleaned up, it was a lot nicer, smooth despite the dampness. The colour was the same, jet black, so opposite in comparison to his brother.
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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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