You sigh, "Can't Sam do it?"

"Can't Sam do it?" you say, completely oblivious to the stinky load in the back of your mother's jeans.

"You know that Sam can't help!" your mother says. "No go help your older sister."

Chloe blushes as you drag her to the back trunk where you lay her down. You change her smelly diaper as if she was a baby and then get back in the car.

Your mom soon comes back, bit something is strange. What was it?

The End

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