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Going to answer, Jess was caught off by getting told to remain where she was. Giving a slight saddened look, Jess watched as her friend grabbed the towel and began mopping up the golden puddle at her feet. Feeling the towel graze her ankles, Jess looked down to see the last of the pee soak up in the towel.
"Well to be frankly honest, I like the aspect of the bathroom. Although yes I needed to pee, and lied... But that toilet creeps me out. That's why I didn't use it. Please don't be mad at me, I just didn't want to upset you."
Jess said looking at her friend with clarity. "I mean, it's just seeing the toilet doing everything on its own accord. It gives me goose bumps. I guess I'm just not ready for something that does that." Jess said seeing her friend had finished cleaning up the mess.
Jess now stood there in her wet clothes slightly embarrassed but yet upset. She knew her friend disliked cleaning messes up, but she knew she also understood to.
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The Pain of one is the death of another, it suffers on and on till something gives; then there is no humanity, just agony and loneliness .
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