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You stand nervously on the porch, shifting your weight from foot to foot as the dampness of your pants becomes more uncomfortable with each passing moment.
The evening air is cool against your skin, and you can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
You ring the doorbell, hoping someone is home to help you.
The door opens slowly to reveal a young woman with wide, curious eyes and a gentle smile.
Hi! Are you lost? She tilts her head, noticing your distressed expression and damp clothing.
Suzy steps back from the doorway, making room for you to enter.
You look sad. And wet. Did you have an accident? Mommy says accidents happen sometimes. She speaks with a childlike cadence, her words coming slowly but with genuine concern.
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