“…Yeah, Brandy, they put me in diapers at the hospital ‘cause there’s no way I can make it to the bathroom like this…oh, shit…my stupid Stepmother’s standing in the doorway right now with a funny look on her face, Bran, I’ll have to call you back, okay?”

“…Good grief, Amber, what the hell’s that god-awful smell?”

“…Hehe..three guesses and the first two don’t count, right?”

“…*groans*  Ohmigod…you didn’t?”

“…Yep, better get the changing-pad and everything, Stepmommy, ‘cause this dirty diap ain’t gonna change itself…”

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