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Looking at Akira's stomach, which he was still rubbing gently, Josh smiled when he had asked for something so simple, and instantly he shook his head while carefully getting up.
"I'll go get one from my desk. Eat a little more breakfast butterfly." Josh suggested as he pushed the plate closer to him and walked bad over to his desk to grab two notebooks and a few pens, knowing he'd probably be writing a lot for information.
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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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