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lara opened the door with a smile. "you must be sarah. come on in. my baby boy jake's in his playpen in the living room." she told her.
now, the strange thing here? her "baby boy"? was about nineteen. but, due to a certain power of his, everyone was compelled to treat him as a baby, except when he was actively using it. currently, he was dressed in little more than an overly thick diaper, and a red tee-shirt, with nursery prints on the the front and a logo reading "warning, heavy load" with an arrow pointing towards his rear.
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