“I heard your mom saying that you still wet the bed.” She said.
Now I had heard the term ‘wet the bed’ before, but only a couple times. Where I come from, the term is ‘wet the sheet’, but even still I knew what she meant.
Before I could get mad or embarrassed or say anything she quickly blurted out, “But I don’t care! I like you and I promise I won’t ever tell! And please don’t be mad at me!” She then threw her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder while she hugged me.
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