(((Greg Camp)))
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15 min readJan 9

“Hey, Tammy, come here,” Brenda called.

Tammy sighed. She’d spent two weeks already training Brenda, but the child still didn’t get it.

“Whatcha got?”

Brenda pointed at the trash can, her lips curled in a sour face.

A condom sat at the bottom of the bag.

“Uh huh — and?”

(((Greg Camp)))

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