I need to poop. I’ve just used my membership to get into the local swimming baths which is shared with the adjacent school. I’ve visited both cubicles and both toilets have loo roll scattered around everywhere and someone has even wedged used toilet paper underneath the doors. I decide to try somewhere in the countryside instead. As I walk pass the school one of my old school friends recognises me and says hello. He works there as a teacher now. I head up into the countryside. A footpath takes me past a cottage with large windows and stone walls. There’s a low wooden gate that fastens in the middle. No-one’s around. I wonder if anyone is at home. I unlock the gate and creep up the driveway towards the porch. A series of barks makes me rush back to the gate, but instead of running away, I crouch underneath it and spot a woman looking out through the window.
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