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Ashley was defiant as ever "Gagging me and stashing me away somewhere won't help! I'll scream this rickety old shed down to the ground!" he replied, knowing full well that his threats were full of hot air.
It frustrated Ashley; never being particularly forceful meant that Alexander could always have this gentle hold over him - and while he'd never wish to leave Alexander, he'd always wished that he was willful enough to be able to put Alexander in his place just to feel some sort of empowerment.
His stomach groaned at the thought of food, although he hadn't heard of this 'French Toast' before, despite Alexander insisting he used to like it. "I haven't had French toast before... What's it like?" he inquired.
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