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| Elliot, soaking wet. |
So I didn't quite make last week, but I woke up early this morning thinking about the new topic, soaked. Yesterday I went for a walk downtown, and saw a mom with her two sons. They were clambering around her as she tried to herd them to the escalator. The youngest son, Elliot, balked as soon as he reached the top of the escalator. He screamed, ran backwards, and his mom picked him up while holding her other son's hand.
"Oh God Elliot, you're soaking wet!"
Elliot had wet his pants. I don't know if it was due to his fear of escalators, or the fact that he's two... but either way, Elliot was, in fact, soaking wet.
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