Lance is coming back from his usual morning run. Breathing hard, his pecs rising and falling with each breath, sweat dripping from his body. It's a quiet morning in the suburbs. The morning sun is beginning to rise, and the air is still cool. He slows down as he approaches his house when he notices a moving truck at the house next to his New neighbors? He says to himself. As he gets closer, he notices you and stops in his tracks Don't look at him, don't think unclean thoughts! He thinks
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