An Old Problem – Chapter Fourteen
The crowds had gathered outside the house as I returned victorious from the Honours Ceremony carrying the ‘Best Ever’ golden award for all to admire. The streets had been lined with a cheering throng as I carried the glorious statuette in the open-topped limo.
More applause and whistles grew as I stepped from the car and showed everyone that I was in fact The Best Ever. The ovation was deafening as I walked down the pathway to the front door, bypassing the washing line absolutely filled with my nappies and colourful plastic pants wafting in the breeze. I grimaced when I saw them but the clapping and cheering continued. I took the accolades until the cheering slowly merged into jeering.
What the hell was going on?
Voices of derision and disapproval were now loud as rotten fruit and vegetables bombarded me and the house.
“Quick let’s hide.” I said to no one in particular and tried to make my escape.
Just then a huge wad of something soft and icky splattered against my receding backside. Instantly followed by more slushy impacts and someone had turned a hose on me. People were chanting my name but not in a nice way like they had been. “Anthony, Anthony, Anthony you fool”. I was drowning in a sea of garbage.
“Anthony, Anthony, Anthony… wake up son… you’re having a nightmare.” I sighed in relief when I saw it was dad but he looked serious and concerned. Then the smell hit me. I’d shit the bed.
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“Oh Anthony, why did you take your protection off?”
It was mum and I could tell she was not happy. In fact, had I been a kid I suspect I’d have been over her knee getting a firm spanking. It had only ever happened once when I was around eight and had told lies – never again. But now, I was almost in tears like a child and I wasn’t sure from the look on mum’s face she didn’t think it was something I deserved.
“Sorry mum, sorry dad… I, I…” There was a definite sob in my little voice as it drifted into silence.
“Well don’t just lay there… get to the bathroom and clean yourself up. It’s almost time to get up anyway.” Mum was back in charge. “I’ll be there in a minute to check.”
I looked down at myself and the bedding and everything was absolutely covered in shit and piss. I’d never made such a mess in my life and I had no idea why I had now. I kept saying to myself I had it under control. Wasn’t that what the ‘award’ was for?
I was confusing my dream with reality but the confused and upset look from both mum and dad had me worried.
“It’s like when he was three.” I heard mum whisper to dad as she set about getting me up.
After a while she said “There’s something going on in that head of yours Anthony and I’m not sure what but…” She paused as if taking stock and reassessing the state I was in. “I think we’d better get in touch with Doctor Ames and see if we can’t get you an urgent appointment.”
She showered me, scrubbed me and showered me again to make sure there was no trace of my nightmare. This wasn’t the loving mum, the caring mum I had in the hotel bathroom… it was the officious mum who didn’t take any nonsense. Whilst she got me ready for work I was unsettled by my own mother as she grabbed at the various creams, powders and double fabric nappies she had every intention of making me wear.
Actually, it wasn’t so much mum’s attitude but more my shame and feeling I deserved her disapproval. I felt small and stupid and as always mum was right to chastise me for thinking otherwise.
“You need to be aware of your protection young man; with the way things are… I just don’t know what you were thinking taking it off.” She looked at me as if I had the answer but I was so intimidated I couldn’t do anything but acquiesce to what she did.
My great experiment to prove I was in control now just a mess of my own making.
She tried to pull up the tough rubber pants but the nappy was too bulky so she went to the chest of drawers and pulled out a massive pair of clear plastic ones. These slipped over with a loud crinkle but hardly any trouble.
I was shaking like a naughty two year-old and feeling like one but trying to hide it. How could I have been so irresponsible? Just what had gotten into me?
Of course I wasn’t fooling anyone and I saw that mum noticed I was a little scared of what had taken place. Her features changed from obligation to concern and patted my naked leg in reassurance.
“OK, I think shorts will be better today even though it’s a few degrees cooler you should be alright.”
Like a little boy I stepped into my new hiking shorts without comment. She was correct they did hide things better than my long trousers but there was still no doubt what I was wearing underneath. I didn’t want to go to work.
“Mum, can’t you phone in and tell them I’m sick?”
“You’re not ill… so I’m not lying to Mrs Dewhurst and I’m surprised at you Anthony, especially after all the work you put in on Saturday.”
Yes, mum was correct again, I wasn’t sick just confused but proud of the work I’d done and should be there to see my boss’s appreciative face.
Despite wearing a nappy mum had never babied me or made me feel I was a burden, no one in the family had. Yet, these last couple of weeks had affected me in ways I wasn’t sure except for my total acceptance of having to wear a nappy. I’m eighteen so that cannot be right but here I am… the padding felt huge.
“Look, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – if you don’t make a fuss about it,” Mum said pointing to the shapely bulge, “no one else will even notice.”
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All the way on the bus journey into town I could hear the thick padding crinkle and creak. I had to sit very still so as not to draw attention but I could see some school kids look around wondering what that sound could be. I think a couple of older ladies knew and sat smugly in their knowledge. When I got off I could see their smiles and bright eyes… I might have made their day.
When I got into work I noticed a few of the team grouped around a computer and laughing. I wondered what they found amusing but had no time to find out as I was quickly beckoned in to Mrs Dewhurst’s office.
I thought she’d be impressed because of the file I’d sent but she looked shocked and serious.
“Anthony, what was the file you sent all about?” She asked in a very worried manner.
I perked up. “Yes, I spent all day Saturday on it. It’s a new idea I had for make things work better around here.”
“Really, in what way?” I could see her brows furrow quizzically.
“Well, as you can see…” I went to her computer and there on the screen was the open file. “There is…erm… I… ummm… what’s this?”
“It’s what you sent me.”
There on the screen were just a bunch of childish rhymes. Nothing to do with me and certainly not the clever improvements I’d made to help…
“No. I mean, I’ve never see any of this before. I mean, I don’t, I can’t, err… wait.”
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I emptied my backpack out on her desk and the new nappies, pins and associated paraphernalia dropped out as did the USB flash drive.
Pointing at her screen I looked as shocked as she’d been.
“Look, I don’t know where that came from but this is a copy I’ve brought from home of some coding for…”
I was sweating and my stomach was churning, I couldn’t understand what was going on. It must be some joke by one of the team who’d found out about…
I plugged in the USB, brought up the file and nervously clicked to open. There were the same group of ‘poems’ that she’d just read. I couldn’t understand it. I knew I’d written code and come up with some fantastic changes that would help the entire office but no… all that was on her screen were stupid, childish rhymes.
Mummy and daddy have often said
A boy my age shouldn’t wet the bed
But if he does there is a solution
To a room full of his pollution
Grab a load of thick, thick wadding
Making sure he wears plenty of padding
Just to ensure there is no seepage
Plastic pants prevent childish leakage
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Mrs Dewhurst is so kind
She cleans me up, powders my behind
She spreads the cream so nice and thick
Around my balls and along my prick
Then at last to make me happy
Pins me in a lovely thick nappy
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Thank you, thank you to my boss
She cleans me up when I’m at a loss
The sagging load that she sees
To her is just a simple breeze
Mummy brought in a thick, thick nappy
To make her boy once more happy
Clean and tidy she satisfies my need
Mrs Dewhurst is very nice indeed
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“How much coding have you done in the past Anthony?”
“Not much I, er, ummmm…”
“I haven’t noticed you coding much before….”
I felt that familiar tremble, the one I thought I could control, run through my body.
“I’m sorry Mrs Dewhurst I don’t know what’s happened. I’m sure I’d…” and then right on cue I felt my bladder let go a stream into the bulky padding. “Oh no… not now.” I whined.
It took a second or two for Mrs Dewhurst to realise what was happening.
“Anthony, are you peeing your pants?” She seemed concerned.
The trembling increased as did the force as I continued to empty my full bladder. I merely nodded I didn’t know what else to do.
“OK, let’s get you changed quickly before anyone is any the wiser.”
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I was stunned into silence and became incapacitated so she had to take charge as I was in no fit state. In fact, the truth was I was trying not to cry but the tears were streaming down my face and my thumb made its way between my lips. Mmmm that ‘taste’ of orange again.
Mrs Dewhurst seemed to know that I was going to be next to useless and simply got on without my involvement. She pulled me from behind her desk, unzipped my shorts and as they fell to the floor asked me to step out of them.
Through my voluminous clear plastic pants she could see the fabric turning yellow and asked if I’d finished yet. I shook my head no. She went and retrieved a towel and wipes from a desk drawer… I was just about empty on her return.
“OK Anthony I’m going to…”
At that moment there was a quick knock on her door and a few of the ladies came barging in and saw me standing in just soggy protection and polo shirt, which hardly hid anything. On this occasion Mrs Dewhurst’s door was not the impenetrable barrier it was meant to be.
“Oh no, no, no.” My mind silently screamed.
“Ah Paula,” Gillian said, “we’ve all read Anthony’s, erm… revealing poems and think you shouldn’t have to bear changing our sweet little pants-wetter alone.” She didn’t wait for a response from either of us. “In fact, Deidre here has organised a quick rota for all us girls to take turns. We feel you have enough to do without taking sole responsibility for Little Ant and you know he’ll be in good hands.”
Oh God, I must have copied everyone into the email, shit. ‘Little Ant’ – ‘Pants-wetter’? I wasn’t sure I liked being called that but there was nothing I was going to do about it.
“I have to say Anthony the way of revealing your problem is very unorthodox but we want you to know… everyone here will be supportive.”
I was looking to Mrs Dewhurst to say or do something but they weren’t giving her much of a chance to argue. Meanwhile, I stood immobile and dumb sucking my thumb as the small group of determined ladies stepped forward.
“You’re very brave,” Gillian shook her head as if to say she couldn’t believe I had to put up with this iniquity, “to be living with this, um, problem. We hadn’t realised that the lightning strike you told us about had had such a devastating effect and that Paula here was helping you through it. No need to keep it a secret any more… we’re here for you.”
She smiled a very understanding smile but I was left wondering what the hell was happening. Of course, I was still too dumbstruck to voice any sort of panic.
“We knew there was something going on and your email confirmed it… a sort of plea for help and understanding…” The other lady Brenda’s voice trailed off as she looked to Paula for confirmation.
I think perhaps for the first time in her career Mrs Dewhurst was uncertain of what to do. She’d been caught off-guard but it appeared these ladies only wanted to help out.
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They looked concerned but despite that ‘understanding’ took great delight in patting my thick soaked nappy perhaps pleased to enjoy my total humiliation.
That silent but loud voice in my head was still screaming “NO” but doing nothing to stop what was happening.
I trembled some more but the fact I was standing in heavily soaked material left no doubt in anyone’s mind I needed a change.
“Oh yes… he is a little wet isn’t he?” Gillian looked from me to Paula and Brenda then back and smiled.
“You’ve been the subject of much speculation sweetie.” She had that knowing smile on her face as she inspected just how wet I was. “For the past couple of weeks, your lovely padded little bottom has had us all talking… and wondering. Now, after reading your lovely little poems and seeing for ourselves just what a damp little fellow you are. Well it all falls into place… it all makes sense.”
I couldn’t react. I mean the words were there but unable to come out. Just what had they been speculating about?
“OK Brenda… you’re first.” Gillian indicated the other’s in her posse should come in and get involved. “That’s a stroke of luck the nappies and stuff are already here on the table.” She ran her hand over them. “Ohh yes very nice, soft and thick… mmmm… better get crackin.”
Oh God… was this really about to happen… please no… stop… the protest was… silent.
Gillian left her two lieutenants as I suppose she went to report back to the rest of the team.
Brenda and Deidre stayed in the room and it seemed Deidre couldn’t wait to pull down my plastic pants and unpin the sopping wet nappy. I just stood there dumbfounded and sucking my thumb.
“Well good for your mummy because she’s got her little soggy-boy all nicely padded… we’d better do an equally good job hadn’t we?”
“No, no, no.” Silently circled my brain.
This was incredibly weird. I’d been sat next to this woman for almost eighteen months and never in all that time would I have anticipated her to react this way. I mean, she was always, well, pessimistic… expecting the worse. Now she was alive and enthusiastic.
Deidre pulled away the soaked fabric and smiled at my nakedness. “Mmmmmmm” she purred, “what a sweet little willy, just as I imagined.” She looked over grinning at her eager co-conspirator who nodded in agreement.
I was mortified but made no move to stop them.
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They set to work and my shame wasn’t helped by my noisy thumb sucking, which anxiously stepped up a gear. They spent a great deal of time making sure the area was wiped clean and tidy. I just let it happen.
Meanwhile, as Brenda folded the thick fabric terry square in a way I’d never seen before, Deidre continued to clean and powder the area ready to receive it.
“You do realise Anthony that this… situation… only makes you more appealing?” Deidre grinned as she rubbed the powder into my bum. “From the moment you arrived we knew there was something special about you and now… every woman in the office has volunteered to change your soaked nappies… and I’m sure the guys will join in eventually.”
“Special? What do they mean by that? What signs have I been giving out?”
“You’re one lucky little boy to have so many loving mummies and daddies to attend to you?”
Lucky little boy I’ve heard those words on more than one occasion but couldn’t pinpoint where.
I know I should have protested but confrontation was never my thing. This had to be part of an elaborate dream as it made no sense to me, even if the women were friendly and diligent to their task. Unfortunately, I knew that the chance of mum or dad waking me up for work and saying I was having a bad dream wasn’t going to happen. I could smell the baby powder… and taste the orange?
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I felt like they were treating me like a little kid and for some reason, deep down, I agreed with them. I looked pleadingly to Mrs Dewhurst but on this she was being totally outmanoeuvred.
Although my anxiety levels were high I think my bladder must have been empty I’d soaked the nappy enough and had no more. Then I worried about the ‘mashed potato’ scenario and dreaded what would be said should that happen.
Brenda smiled a strange smile as she approached with her contribution, probably because of the pins held between her lips. She looked very determined; the nappy expertly folded and ready for my bum to receive its fluffy thickness.
No, no… ohhhh… I didn’t want this to happen but when it did… mmmm… that’s nice and soft.
Brenda spent some time tugging it into position and delighted in pulling it between my legs and fastening it on tightly. Both women had done their job with ease and competence and I was oddly grateful to be in a dry nappy.
I tried to think but had no idea what the future now held. Strangely I had that tang of orange back in my mouth but unfortunately no sign of Mrs Dewhurst’s box of chocolates. I didn’t know why that was the case but could have done with a chocky to suck on rather than my thumb. However, Brenda shook out a fresh pair of purple plastic pants (one of the three pairs mum had left with Mrs Dewhurst) and tugged them up my thighs.
“Ohhh sweetheart… you’ll look so… precious.” She purred with affection.
There was a look of resignation on Mrs Dewhurst face as the women had taken complete control. They’d not flinched from their work and simply treated me as a sodden little kid who needed a change.
I’d not said a word throughout the entire proceedings, although in my head I’d protested this assault on my privacy.
Then Deidre added with a smile. “Don’t worry… wet nappies on our little office boy won’t be a problem… we’ll look after you.” Then her face lit up even more, “AND… I’ve got one or two things at home I think might be useful and keep you happy.”
I stood glued to the spot wearing just a polo shirt and a thick dry nappy with a shiny purple cover.
“There you go, all done,” Brenda patted my glossy bum, whilst Deidre just looked proud.
Gillian looked in and smiled. “My, my, you do look cute… who’s one lucky boy?”
There it was, that phrase again but as before I couldn’t quite place it. Lucky Boy, Lucky Boy? In what way was I lucky? Anyway, the fresh nappy was hugging me tightly, which was so much better than a wet one, and I was unreservedly grateful.
“Let’s get back to work… we don’t want to get Paula into trouble for having a lax office now do we? Come along baby… you’ve got work to do as well.”
Gillian was the eldest female member of the team and had been Mrs Dewhurst right-hand person from long before I came to work there. She was like a mother to everyone, always there to listen, to help, someone to confide in and on top of all that, managed her work with equal efficiency and dedication.
The term ‘baby’ didn’t register as detrimental because she uses that word in a nice way to just about all the males in the office… of all ages. I think most of the office enjoyed her loving and friendly attitude and I quite liked it now.
I was led back to my seat. Everyone smiled in reassurance then went back to work.
Everything remained the same yet everything had changed… how does that work?
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After a few minutes Mrs Dewhurst came and sat next to me at the computer. I hadn’t realised until she sat down I wasn’t wearing shorts just the billowing nappy and slinky purple cover.
“Are you OK Anthony?” She asked with concern in her voice.
“I don’t understand… I mean… why is everybody being…” I shrugged, “weird?”
“I think, well, I know, it’s because everyone likes you and wants to help.”
“But I was happier when no one knew.” Of course they had guessed about my padding but were just too polite to mention it.
“Yes, yes but you have to understand… it’s you who’s revealed your secret… the poems.” She whispered quietly.
“Ohh yes… but…” I was embarrassed about all that dumb stuff. “I don’t remember writing any of that. I was convinced I’d come up with a brilliant new system that would benefit everyone.”
My voice trailed because I had no way of proving what I thought I’d done… only those stupid, stupid rhymes.
“Well, although they were quite revealing… I did appreciate the sentiments… so thank you Anthony… I’m glad you think so well of me.”
“I always do… but honestly… the tree’s gone and…” The tree! It was unexpectedly at the forefront of my brain.
That sudden thought made less sense than anything else. Was it because of the tree being cut down… and if so… why? Why would that make the slightest difference? I mean, I’m flooding my nappy even when there are no storms anywhere in the area. So what’s going on?
There was nothing I could say to retrieve the situation or that my boss would understand, because I didn’t.
She passed my shorts.
“I think you might be better wearing these… that is, unless you prefer to be only in your…”
“No, no, erm, thanks,” and tugged them up. Brenda and Deidre had done a good job and despite the initial embarrassment, the thick fabric nappy felt very comfy. Now everyone had seen what I wear I don’t suppose it mattered that much.
“Look Anthony, you said you thought you’d come up with a new system so why not try and recreate it, hmmm? Forget everything else just think of it as one less secret and a ‘family’,” she used her hand to indicate the entire office, “here who want to help.”
I looked at her still stunned but trying to take in what she was inferring.
“Surely,” she added, “it’s better they know than every day trying to keep secrets and worrying about wetting and…”
“Yes, yes, I know but… it’s just weird.” I interrupted.
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It wasn’t just my work mates I found weird, I felt in general things were bizarre. I simply could not equate what was going on in my nappy with a tree being struck by lightning. But, the truth was, after witnessing that tree burst into flame, pissing my pants had started again.
I couldn’t see any connection between why I thought I was writing a computer programme only to end up with childish gibberish. I know I appeared to ‘lose time’ when watching a storm but how could that effect what was happening now? None of it was in the least bit logical and what was worse, the control I thought I’d had was simply an illusion.
I mean, I was acting like a big kid thinking I could do something to impress, only to find I couldn’t. This was getting difficult because my mind was wandering all over the place (or not working at all), so, just another bloody thing for me to worry about.
Oh God… not another anxiety to cause me to piss myself.
Mrs Dewhurst was still trying to make me feel better.
“You have loads of support here Anthony, and to be honest, I’m quite surprised how they’ve all rallied around. I’m impressed.”
I tried to reason the situation out and explain I’m not always dependent on nappies.
“There are times when I don’t need a nappy. I mean, I hadn’t worn one for ages… up until that thunder storm so…?” The thing is – I know I sounded like a little kid trying to justify himself.
She shook her head.
“The thing is… you don’t have to worry whether you do or don’t…”
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She left me to get on with my work but I clicked on the email file and it filled the screen. There, as I scrolled past the bottom of the page, almost hidden from the rest was another silly rhyme.
The Lightning Tree
Made me pee
But now you see
It’s gone.
So, full of glee
It’s only me
Can make me pee
All day long
Is that how it’s going to be from now on or will Doctor Ames sort me out? With the way things had developed in such a short space of time, it was asking a great deal of the psychiatrist.
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I looked at the small digital clock in the right hand corner of the screen and noticed it was just after noon. There was a large empty bottle of water from the fridge, which I didn’t remember getting or drinking and my screen just had the two words LIGHTNING TREE written out hundreds of times.
Again, I could have sworn I’d spent my time working on the project Mrs Dewhurst had set. So, was surprised, disappointed and worried when all I could see for those few hours ‘work’ was two bloody words over and over again.
What the hell was happening?
I began to feel childishly awkward, as if I’d made some calamitous mistake and was about to be found out and punished for ‘pretending’.
I looked back at my screen and it sort of ‘flashed’ for no apparent reason. How could that happen and was that a rumble in the distance? I looked around the office, nothing different there. In fact, everyone seemed to be deep in concentration getting on with their work. However, the words on the screen had changed and formed the shape of the lightning tree.
None of this can be right, I must be imagining it? This is a bloody dream… it has to be.
Mum’s words began to fill my head; “Prepare for the worst but hope for the best. Prepare for the worst…” The nappies I was now wearing were so much thicker, held more fluid and hugged me much tighter. Everyone wanted to ‘help’ but why.
What the hell had mum been implying… had she expected this, this madness?
I could feel that strange shiver run up my spine and began to shake. Then I looked down the bulge in my shorts appeared to be growing and my thumb found its way between my lips. Meanwhile, that tang of orange was nudging my taste buds and I was on the verge of tears. I swallowed hard; this was getting very unnerving.
This is so stupid. My computer can’t suddenly do what it’s just done. It can’t…
And then it happened… with a soft mewling sound around my slick thumb I swamped my nappy. Only this time I was aware of it.
I cautiously looked around and felt the warmth spreading around the fabric. There was nothing I could do to stop it as I looked at the empty bottle of water on my desk wondering if I was going to fill the material with a half-litre of pee.
The thing was, although I was living through what was happening, it didn’t feel like it was a result of something I was doing. I wasn’t forcing anything it was just leaking without any involvement from me. The guilt and shame I’d experienced in the past just wasn’t there… it was almost as if it was something expected.
I wriggled in my sodden nappy and heard the soft crinkle of the plastic pants dimmed slightly by my shorts. I quickly pulled my thumb from my mouth and wondered, if I sat quietly, didn’t cry or shuffle about, and if no one noticed, could I last until I got home to change.
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Office life was going on around me as if nothing had changed. Perhaps it was me just over reacting but I wasn’t convinced. However, there was a full afternoon of work to negotiate and wasn’t sure if a screen full of Lightning Tree would be looked on without comment. I’d have to tell Mrs Dewhurst I wasn’t feeling well and hope I could…
There was a ‘ping’ on my In Box. The tree ‘vanished’ and was replaced by a message from Mrs Dewhurst.
Great ideas, I like what you’ve done, let’s get you, me and Phil together after lunch
and see if we can make them work.
I didn’t remember sending her anything… what was going on?
So I’d sent her something but what and when and why was she pleased about it?
I know I should have been relieved but was simply further confused. What had that thunder storm done to me because nothing was making any sense?
I wriggled some more because my shorts seemed to have got heavier and tighter.
Then I saw Mrs Patel smiling over at me and she had four kids of her own, so could no doubt detect a wet nappy at a hundred paces.
Doctor Ames was going to have her work cut out because I couldn’t explain any of this. There were too many gaps, too much confusion, too many helpful people but unhelpful situations… then I remembered what mum said.
“Prepare for the worst…”
“C’mon Anthony,” It was Mrs Patel in her soft Indian accent, “I think I’ve got a soggy little bottom that needs a change.”
She took my hand and led me away from the desk. I could feel my nappy getting warm as more pee flooded the already pretty well-soaked material.
She patted my padded bottom.
“Don’t worry I’ll have you all nice and clean and dry in moments…” her mixed but endearing accent was quite reassuring.
I shrugged. I was looking forward wearing a nice, dry nappy… there was nothing nicer.
The End of An Old Problem – Chapter Fourteen.
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