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He had not known the strength of a friendship bond.
Maybe because he hadn't experienced this kind ever before.

He was extremely grateful to his group of lads who didn't shame him for being who he is, rather arranged him a night of freedom before marriage handcuffed him.

Now, he was here, at eight o'clock in the evening in a lavish hotel room, in the tattooed arms of a stranger who made him cry the way he longed to.

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