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The bright-eyed blonde sat in the locker room, staring at the outfit she had picked for tonight. The 19-year-old had worked hard for this chance, and it was Sage Mortimer's time to shine...
"You're enjoying this a-aren't you? Ungh!" said 18-year old Clara trying to sound as composed as she could. It didn't change the fact that she was pretending but Lane sure as hell wasn't. A broad smile appeared on his face, spread almost as wide as her legs.
"Ungh! You little..." grumbled...
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