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“Oh God! You asked Jared for lube?" "Yeah. Why not?" "It just seems weird." He shook his head at me and smiled. "When we first met, I thought you were an uptight prep." "And now?" "Now I know you're an uptight prep." He pressed closer. "Cute, though." "I though you were a punk." "And now?" "I think you're amazing." "Zach?" "Yeah?" "Shut up a d kiss me.”

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