Our front yard was visible from at least 30 apartments as well as the neighboring houses. Once, I was wrestling on the front lawn while neighbor kids and family were hanging around. I was wearing an adorable pair of powder pink painter pants that had a long, skinny tool pocket down the leg. It was a perfect sized pocket to store o.b. tampons. Or so I thought.
One of the tampons fell out of the pocket. I didn't see it until one of the neighbor kids was holding it up waving it, and yelling, “Hey, Kim, do you smoke?! I didn’t know you smoked!!”
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