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He lightly blushed when told that he wasn't the party type. Which was true. He doesn't party as much as his lover. He would rather be at home, curled up on the couch, reading a good book. But he didn't want to look like the type who doesn't know how to have fun. Then he looks at him with a puzzled expression on his face. "Hurt? What do you mean?" he asked. Sounding a bit curious.
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