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This time, they hold their ground as I step closer. The room feels suddenly quieter, charged in a way it hadn't been before. I circle them slowly, my eyes taking in every detail, every curve, every subtle nuance—searching for the secret they're so sure I'll miss.
They stand still, watching me watch them, confidence written plainly on Stephanie's face, while Stacy's expression betrays just the faintest hint of nervous anticipation.
I run my hands along their stomachs first, but both feel the same: smooth and flat. I walk behind them and check out their backs, but still find no discernible difference—not even a freckle or mole on either one.
