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Chapter 8 by Impresting_ Impresting_

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He’s stripped even more on the way there

Jacob jogged down the hall, checking over his shoulders every few seconds to make sure nobody had spotted him yet. He was doing one of these checks right as he was rounding a corner, leading to him knocking into a girl toting an iced coffee. She accidentally spilled her coffee right down the front of Jacob’s shirt. Jacob hurriedly apologized as he clambered back to his feet. He rushed past her and tried to wipe his shirt dry with his hands. Much to the misfortune of Jacob, between the material already being thin, being completely soaked, and the repetitive rubbing on the fabric wearing it down, his shirt just disintegrated at Jacob’s frantic touches. As if things couldn’t get any worse, he heard the voice of a teacher from behind:

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