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I sit in the car, my bladder feeling uncomfortably full. I fidget in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but it's no use. I can feel the pressure building, and I know I'm in trouble.

I look out the window, watching the raindrops splatter against the glass. I can hear the sound of the rain tapping against the roof of the car, a steady rhythm that only makes me more anxious. I shift in my seat again, feeling the wetness of the vinyl seat against my skin.

As the minutes tick by, I can feel the pressure in my bladder becoming unbearable. I try to hold on, but it's no use. Suddenly, I feel a warm sensation spreading down my legs, and I know, I wet myself.

I look down at my jeans, feeling a sense of embarrassment and shame wash over me. I can feel the warmth of the urine spreading through my clothes, and the smell of it makes me want to retch. I look up at the others in the car, trying to gauge their reactions. I can tell from their expressions that they're uncomfortable and unsure of what to say.

I clear my throat, feeling a sense of vulnerability that I've never felt before. I try to sound casual, but I know it's no use. My discomfort and embarrassment are probably really evident.

"Um, sorry guys," I say, my voice coming out low and shaky. "I guess I couldn't hold it."

(Yes, I do know I reused crap from my previous chapter, some purposeful, some not.) (I don't know why I made this, what do you think of it though?)

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