Dauglas Edward Cullen had to pee. Nerves, excitement and the Coke he’d had as part of his reward lunch at Mc. Donald’s for beeing good while Mama shopped combined to fill his three-year-old bladder to bursting. He danced, in exquisite torture, from the toe of one of his red Keds to the other. His heart was pounding so hard he thought if he didn’t yell really loud or run as fast as he could, he might explode. He loved when stuff exploded on TV. But Mama had told him he had to be good. If little boys weren’t good. Santa would put coal in their stocking instead of toys. [download]
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