Stories You Cannot Tell
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When I was little
I'd crawl in my brothers bed after my parents went to sleep. I had problems wetting the bed, so I'd crawl in with him, pee the bed, then go back to my bed. He'd get in crap in the morning for peeing his bed
W.P in Detroit
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