With his right hand still hovering in the air, supported at the elbow by his left, which rested on his desktop, Kim finally lost control. At first, only a few drops spurted from between his tightly closed legs, but the drops became a trickle and then a flood as his aching bladder deflated rapidly and involuntarily. As Kim’s pants became saturated, the warm piss flowed down his legs and over the edge of the plywood seat onto the floor. In shame and defeat, Kim slowly lowered his arm, lifted his desktop and looked numbly at the assorted school supplies he stored within it, praying that after being ignored for so long, he would not be noticed now.

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