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Nemo glanced at Jules, and eventually Anthony as they walked in blushing a little. He tapped his food again with his fork, sneaking glances at the two men as they got closer to him. He was only sixteen, and was currently wearing a tight leather shirt and pants, and a pair of pink panties. Fortunitly for him, he was asleep when he was dressed, or he might have just died of embarrassment.
"He's perfect," Jules whispered to Anthony.
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