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Scott — Here's the plan pt 3
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2025-01-21 17:15:00"Okay, no more questions. Actually one more after I tell you to stop fucking touching me. Why are we in the same stall?" Kenny asked, slapping my hands away from his body.
"Some of us are trying to take a dump. Get a room upstairs," the guy in the stall next door said.
"There's literally a fire alarm going off, you dipshit. Get the fuck out," Kenny screamed back, banging on the wall.
"Okay, that's fair. No more touching. And all the other stalls are full. We lived together for years. I've seen it all, Ken. Get over yourself," I said, pulling my shirt over my head. "I guess we're trading clothes? Let's just hurry, okay?"
"Two FBI agents are never going to buy that I'm you. I only work out when you force me to. We have completely different body types as is apparent from the way I'm drowning in your suit. You're also noticeably more attractive than me. If we were in Teen Wolf, I
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