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Female | Age unspecified | over 10 minutes
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EXTRACT: Anyway, I felt vomity because everyone would stare at me on my way to the ladies. They'd all be staring. Thinking I'm crazy. And weird. Thinking things about me. And I knew I'd die of shame before I could even come close to relieving my bladder. A humiliating death with a big wet patch on my crotch. I could just see it. My epitaph would read "Here lies Lori Placket: embarrassing, even without a pulse."