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Platypus at 16:51, 10 July 2008

Platypus — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:51:17 GMT

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	"They feel nice," you say to her, emerging from the stall.		"They feel nice," you say to her, emerging from the stall.

-	"But how do they look?" she insists. You shrug. She rolls her eyes. "Let me see." You step back into the stall, and drop your pants. "Well?" she asks. There are a bunch of people outside. You don't ~~realy~~ feel comfortable with all of them seeing you pantsless.	+	"But how do they look?" she insists. You shrug. She rolls her eyes. "Let me see." You step back into the stall and drop your pants. "Well?" she asks. There are a bunch of people outside. You don't really feel comfortable with all of them seeing you pantsless.

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	[[tell her that you can't come out.]]		[[tell her that you can't come out.]]
		+	{{TeenagerStatus\|Health=''100''\|Level=''1''\|Equipment=''Some School Textbooks and a Backpack''\|Location=''[[West Pacific Mall]]''\|Popularity=''New Kid''}}
		+	[[Category: Teenager]]

Bat at 16:27, 10 July 2008

Bat — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:27:47 GMT

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	"They feel nice," you say to her, emerging from the stall.		"They feel nice," you say to her, emerging from the stall.

-	"But how do they look?" she insists. You shrug. She rolls her eyes. "Let me see." You step back into the stall, and drop your pants. "Well?" she asks. There are a bunch of people outside.	+	"But how do they look?" she insists. You shrug. She rolls her eyes. "Let me see." You step back into the stall, and drop your pants. "Well?" she asks. There are a bunch of people outside. You don't realy feel comfortable with all of them seeing you pantsless.
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		+	You:
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		+	[[Go out and show the boxers]]
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		+	[[tell her that you can't come out.]]

Bat at 16:07, 10 July 2008

Bat — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 16:07:18 GMT

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You step into a changing stall, and slip the boxers on, then put your pants on.

"They feel nice," you say to her, emerging from the stall.

"But how do they look?" she insists. You shrug. She rolls her eyes. "Let me see." You step back into the stall, and drop your pants. "Well?" she asks. There are a bunch of people outside.