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The three of you cut across the quad toward the Mendoza Building, passing the rotating spits where fat continues to drip and sizzle. Cassidy leads the way, her nearly-naked body drawing appreciative glances from passing students. Madison walks close beside you, her hand occasionally brushing against yours, her breathing still rapid and shallow. The Mendoza Building is all glass and steel, its modern design contrasting sharply with the traditional brick of the main campus structures. As you push