#55954 - I peered through the crack on the side of the stall door to see who it was, and through the reflection of one of the mirrors across the room from the stall I could see Jessi, crying just infront of the sink, her head down and her darker hair half covering her face. She herself wasn't sure if she wanted me to stop, but she was definantly leaning towards the wanting me to stop side, but I wouldn't have no matter how much she begged, even though she was mostly silent.
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