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Taking a deep breath, you traced your fingers over the rough-cut hole in the stall divider. The bathroom smelled of bleach and something musky—anticipation, perhaps. You settled onto your knees on the cold tile floor, the chill seeping through your skin as you positioned yourself before the glory hole.
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