Buy adult diapers

Hazel walks, a certain wetness in her pants, 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 girl hands in the package, with a mischievous look. The cashier surveys the item; she looks back up at Hazel.

   'Adult diapers?' she takes a sniff at the air. 'Have you had an accident?'

   Hazel holds back a grin.

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

The End

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