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The Possibility of Us
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Complete, First published Aug 03, 2018
"Mom?" 

"..."

"Can you buy me a box of pads? My period came." 

"Uh I think you should check who you're calling because one: I'm a male, two: I'm not your mom, and three: I have some spare pads." 

"Why on earth do you have pads?"
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