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Air watched his sacrifice, he wasn't happy for some reason, and it worried him as he saw his ears flatten even more against his head. Helping the other out of the closet, he didn't let go of his hand leading him out of the school to a local coffee shop that had a private area. Sitting down on one of the soft leather chairs, he motioned to the male to sit across from him. "Whats wrong Lark? Why so unhappy?" he frowned not liking the idea of Lark being unhappy.
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