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Stephen truly didn't know what to do right now.
This man just came out of this house that he didn't knew was there before and suddenly offered to cook his fish for him. He kept telling himself that he's dreaming but everything felt so real.
"..."
"Look, how long do you plan on gawking there? We don't have all day you know?" The man spoke once again, waking him up from his stupor.
"...why?" Is all Stephen could ask.
"Hmm? Why what?" The handsome man tilted his head.
"Why are you helping me?" Stephen asked.
"Because I can." The man replied to him, sounding as if he's just stating something so obvious.
"But...I-I don't trust you." Stephen unknowingly blurted out, he even flinched upon realizing what he just said.
"Well I don't trust you too either." The man stated with the same tone as earlier.
"...so why? If...if we don't trust each other, why would you help me?"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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