Truth or Dare
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"Kiss the most attractive person here," Irene slurred, her drunken breath tickling John's face. John gulped. Most of them expected him to kiss Irene, as she was objectively the best looking person in their friend group. Some even expected him to kiss Mary. But John's mind swarmed with thoughts of someone else.
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