He emerged from the public restroom feeling liberated and youthful. His mind often returned to the girthy behemoth that he'd left behind. He reflected with
pride at how much of his product was above the waterline. His reverie was cut
short by the realisation that despite his Herculean effort, this was
far too shameful to share with his friends.
"What are you thinking about?"
He smiles, gazing fondly into the distance before dropping his head, feeling the full weight of his
pride/shame dilemma, and quietly muttered,
"Nothing"