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I couldn’t raise my hand.

Fear, embarrassment?

Doorless dunnies?

Just couldn’t

I waited, wiggled, jiggled until

No longer bearable.

Rush out, down the stairs

Across the quadrangle.

Made it,

Aaahhh! Relief.

Look down.

Arrgggh! Didn’t really make it.

Wash. Looks worse!

Man!

No-one ridicules me (Except myself).

Well … not to my face.

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