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Unseen by the world, he stands under the relentless spray, his hand a constant, insistent rhythm on his flesh. The water's caress is a poor substitute for human touch, yet it fuels his desire, driving him to the brink. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, the evidence of his pleasure swirling down the drain, forgotten like the moment it was born.