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Jabber loves his husband.
Jabber loves his husband so much that he would kill for him.
Jabber is dancing.
A sweet melody makes his dress spin in the same rhythm.
He sings softly, leaning down and stroking his husband’s chest. "Mhmm Zanka loved me, loves me, will love me."
"Isn’t that right? Because he's my man."
Jabber hugged Zanka and kissed his cold cheek, caressing the ring he had given him on their wedding day. Jabber kissed him one last time before removing it and placing the ring back on his finger.
"And i love him like nobody else can."