Chris had seen the guard around school a few times since their last encounter, and each time the man had smiled at Chris and nodded politely. Sometimes Chris thought he saw a strange gleam in the guard's eyes, and he didn't know what to make of it. He remembered being very embarrassed about wetting himself, and the guard keeping his secret, so he assumed it was just the secret they shared. Sometimes Chris felt like there was more to remember, but he could never quite latch onto the memory. Chris had been careful to make sure he used the bathroom before coming to school in the morning, and he had been successful at avoiding both the school restrooms, and wetting himself like a little boy.
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