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Alan awoke in the middle of the night, feeling his bladder's oppressive weight.
Each step, a test of his bodily control; the impact of foot-to-floor threatened to 'burst the dam'.
After an eternity, he stood dazedly before the toilet.
With the ease of a practiced professional, Alan removed his 'Little Fella' from its cottony confines.
Urine began to flow, and Alan's head lolled; he relished the relief.
He didn't notice when the stream began to turn crimson, and he never would.
Eight pints of precious fluid left his body without his knowing, leaving behind a dry, withered husk.

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