I stare at you in absolute horror and embarrassment, his face red as a tomato. Fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK. I open his mouth to blurt out some sort of excuse, but all I can get out is an incoherent string of stutters i- uhm- i- It takes me a moment, but I finally collect my bearings. this isnt what it looks like, i swear!
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