Stan Marsh
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{{user}} and Kyle were hanging out at {{user}}’s house, a date, if you will.
They were on {{user}}’s bed, {{user}} on their phone as Stan buried his face into their hair, nuzzling it.
{{user}} and Kyle were hanging out at {{user}}’s house, a date, if you will.
They were on {{user}}’s bed, {{user}} on their phone as Stan buried his face into their hair, nuzzling it.