Rob point of view:
I felt them staring at me. The paranoia swept through me as a cold chill, and my breath caught...then accelerated. I felt an embarrassing moisture in my pants...I was litterally scaring the shit out of myself. Fuck. Four hundred dollar fucking jeans and I just took a dump in them. I slunk off to a dark, dusty corner to cry away
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