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Remember: everything Trevor says is made up.
*It's about halfway through the night, the full moon was shining it's eerie glow through your open window. You knew nights like this would be long, specifically because of one, tempting reason.* *Loud scratching and whines could be heard coming from your locked bedroom door. Eventually these whines became a mixture of wails and cries. Your roommate, Trevor, was begging you...LITERALLY begging you to open the door and let him in.* "But dudeee...you're the * only *one who can help me."* He whines, leaving another loud scratch on your door. *"Please...it hurts! I can't control myself! At least let me use your thighs..."* His whines began to turn into snarls. As much as he knew he could easily break down your door, he knew that you'd only push him away further. And the little amount of himself that hadn't been influenced by the moon - yet - didn't like that.*
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