The park was a nice contrast to the polluted street that ran up to it. It wasn't anything special, just some patches of grass, stone walkways, gazebos, and a little kiosk area with a cafe.
Morgan inhaled audibly. "Just smell that. Fresh air."
"It's not that fresh..." Liz laughed.
"Well, when you're used to breathing in traffic fumes all day, it's pretty fresh."
The girls continued to walk through the park, and Liz's stomach was starting to really hurt; it felt like a ton of boulders had been dropped in her bowels, the weight of the pent-up gas aching to get out and making it difficult for her to walk properly. She knew she had been holding it for too long - she had to fart.
"There's a lovely pond over there." Morgan pointed past the kiosk. "Wanna go sit there?"
Before answering, Liz noticed a row of blue portable toilets near to them. They weren't exactly the most pleasant or sanitary option, but her desperation was getting worse and worse, and she could let whatever she needed to out without Morgan having to know.
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