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His Hands [BxB]
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"Woah", I said quietly under my breath. I couldn't stop looking at his hands. I don't even know how my eyes landed on them, but i'm happy they did. What was I doing? I was supposed to be some dumb backstage worker. Why was I freaking out about the lead?
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