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@Graham
“I’m almost done, don’t worry.” He told him and sped up a little on his washing just for Graham. “Almost done.”
“I ain’t worried, baby,” he replied, tilting his head to the side as he watched Santiago’s ass. “You take all the time you need.”
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Why would I look for dog fighting?
I don’t know. Most people know about it, where I’m from. You hear about it on the news too.
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That’s nice of you.
Ain’t no other way to go. A lot of folks down South, they do the breeding and fighting bullshit. I hate it.
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I’m aware. I just wanted to know.
He’s quite young, and I don’t think the shelter knew. We could introduce them.
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Bubba likes cats?
I don’t know. You were saying your cat will be fine, so my dog will be fine too.
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@Graham
“How about you wash my back…instead?” He asked but the other was drying himself already. “Don’t move too much. Sit down, enjoy yourself.” He told him and started to wash himself.
Graham watched, licking his lips and smiling. He didn’t want to sit down, not in here. The only “seat” was the toilet, and he knew that would hurt. So he leaned against the wall and just watched.