Buy the diapers

The two girls walk, a certain odor and squelchy-noise about them, toward the counter. In Hazel's arms is a pack of adult diapers. She thinks she ought to feel a pang of guilt, but taking those diapers to the desk, it feels right.

   The girls hand in the package, with a mischievous look. The cashier surveys the item; she looks back up at them.

   'Adult diapers?' she takes a sniff at the air. 'Have you two had accidents?'

   The two share another look. Hazel holds back a grin.

   'Don't worry, you two,' says the woman, 'we have automated changing facilities for babies. Especially big ones, with big messes in their pants.'

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