He arrived out of breath, and spoke between gasps.
“Hurry!
Help.
Accident.
End of the block.
Don’t want…
friends see.
Brittany!
Come on.
Before… too late.”
He pulled at his mother’s arm. Fearing the worst, she barely took the time to grab her mobile phone. Good thing she held off making the call.
His little sister had wet herself.
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