Then, after the bloody tampon landed on the bathroom floor at the base of the toilet, I started hysterically laughing. Loudly. But I stopped myself because I didn’t want my mother to come in and ask why I was laughing and see the bloody tampon on her bathroom floor. (2/3)
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But she came in anyway, because she wanted to tell me about the wobbly sink faucet and I started laughing and screaming and she saw the bloody tampon and she said, “Oh, who cares,” and picked it up with a tissue and put it in the toilet. End scene. (3/3)
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