The tub drain is clogged with a clump of hair. Poop is coming out of my butt. I’m glad I can’t get pregnant. I don’t know if my balls even work.

I’m not grown up enough for this.

I scratch my arm on the latch of the bathroom’s medicine cabinet. I imagine poop particles floating in my bloodstream. As I’m pooping I tell Piper to talk to me while she’s pooping.

She says that girls never poop.

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