“I need you to lift some Always for me.” Terah, who couldn’t hear the word “Kotex” without blushing intense purple, simply stared. Lindsey was obviously in a great deal of discomfort, and he’d helped her with some ibuprofen, but he’d never even been able to get feminine hygiene products for Danielle. He’d actually insisted she buy his underwear. Checking out at Target with some teenage girl looking at the exaggerated genitals stuffed into the cotton sheaths, but reading the word “small” on the top was too much for him. He both wanted to say, “they sell by waist size,” and “I’m not like the models in the picture.” Why’d they have to use real photographs anyway? He stood in front of Lindsey with his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish with bronchitis. “Me?” he stupidly asked. “Look, I can’t. An’ if we’re tryin’ to start livin’ like normal people,” she winced as she rolled up into a ball. Terah couldn’t bear to watch. Alt...
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