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Late on Sunday night, Roland was looking frantically through the box where he and his wife had placed the Medallion of Zulu, but it was nowhere to be found.

“Katie,” He asked his wife, “Did you move the medallion some place else?”

“I did. I hid it.” She replied.

“But we need to change back! We both have work tomorrow!”

“Oh, come on, just a few minutes ago you were screaming about how much you enjoyed multiple org*sms and how you wanted me to thrust harder into you. And now you just want to go back?”

“I love this! I really have enjoyed being in your body, but I don’t think I can LIVE like this! Come on, tell me where you put it! I can’t stay like this!”

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