I wait.
Please
move.
Don’t
stand so close to the paper thin door.
Please.
Go to
another room.
For the
love of Pete, just go!
I won’t
go.
I can’t.
Not ‘til
you’re gone.
Leaving…
I bolt
for the door and lock it shut behind me.
Quickly
I turn the water on
And even
quicker, I drop my drawers and take a seat.
Sweet
Jesus, there’s nothing like peeing when you have to hold it.
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