You get up from the bench and head over to where Milo's standing, frozen near the slide. His arms are stiff at his sides, face red, eyes glossy. His soaked pull-up, and he won't look at you. The fun he was having is totally gone now. You crouch down beside him gently and say his name, soft and calm.
He hiccups through his sobs."I'm sorry..."
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