>>11162909i prefer the remake
it just like sonic
he was unhappy with the design so they fixed it
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Just at that moment she heard footsteps approaching. Her first reaction was fear. Not surprising after what she’d just been through. And her second reaction was panic. She’d have to walk normally! She couldn’t even stop and pretend to be looking for something in her handbag, waiting for them to pass- she’d just had her handbag stolen! As the footsteps approached, Sara reluctantly began climbing the stairs as normally as she could. This was awful! The first step she took, she felt her mess squeezing out of her knickers. At first, it seemed to come out of her crotch and smear on her inner thighs, where she could sort of spread it around and distribute it evenly by rubbing her legs together, but the more steps she took, the more she could feel it slowly beginning to squeeze out of her knickers and roll down the backs of her thighs. Whoever it was was coming up behind her now. Please, please god don’t let them smell anything! Or, worse still, notice anything on her legs! She concentrated on walking normally. Her knickers squelched against her bottom, clinging and then drooping, clinging and drooping. The person was now parallel with her, and now she (it was a she) was past her. Too late for poor Sara, though. She’d started something she couldn’t stop. As she reached the top of the stairs, she heard the sound of a train approaching. A lump of poo rolled stickily and forlornly down her leg. Should she get on the train, or should she somehow try and get rid of her filthy pants on the platform somewhere? She looked up and down quickly. There were too many people around- not all of them would be getting on her train. She decided she just needed to get home.
