Dear Male Convenience Store Clerk, My Menstruation Isn’t Awkward.

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Dear Male Convenience Store Clerk,

You probably don’t remember me, but when we met, I was seventeen years old. You were a few years older, a college student. We both worked at the same shopping mall, you at your parents’ convenience store, and I as a sales associate at a hair salon. I often came to your store on my break to buy snacks and drinks.