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You break down, admitting that you have had some... urges in the past.

"I'd hoped so," the guy whispers, pinning you against the blue-tiled wall. "My name's Jake."

After staring intently into your eyes, he leans in to kiss you. Something in the taste of his mouth reminds you of shiitake mushrooms and prada Pandbags.

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