Abbey Atkinson

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“So you’re not on your way to find Brooklyn,” he said. “No, sir.” “Then where are you off to in such a rush?” “The…toilet.” “By yourself?” “Yes. I generally don’t make it a group activity. Sir,” I added hastily. “Let’s go.” “To where?” “The toilet. I have to take a piss.” He jerked his chin toward the restrooms.
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