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I am wondering the same thing, is she or should i say both gonna be brave enough for a diaper change? Will Paul allow her to change his wet tushie?  We shall see in the next exciting chapter. 

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I'm certainly a plastic pants lover, to the point that I skip the diapers and wear my plastic panties next to my skin. That's the only way to wear them as far as I'm concerned. I'm wearing one of the pink full-cut Gary plastic pants that I just got from Adult Cloth Diaper in Utah.

--- Chapter 54 --- “What’re you thinking about?” Charlie looked up from scowling at the floor and turned to face Kelly, who appeared to have been staring at him as he stood before his stuffie council. He smacked his lips together, then pursed them in consideration, then nodded as he took a large step towards her. “Trying to figure out a way around the hypnotic trigger,” he stated as he stroked his jawline. “Diaper tapes… that’s devious.” He looked away as he glared and added, “Fuckers.” Kelly couldn’t help but laugh despite the grim topic and nodded. She looked up in thought, and the pair sat in silence for a long moment as each considered the options. “Maybe music?” Kelly suggested as she tilted her head to the side. “If it’s just the sound, maybe we can distract with a louder noise. Or get her some headphones?” Charlie pointed at her and nodded as he paced; technically, he had already thought of that, but set the thought aside to focus on the entire experience. Partially because he couldn’t imagine the trigger went off every time she heard diaper tapes ripping, or she would have babbled when he was changed. Perhaps distance was a factor, which would be easy enough to test, but he wasn’t keen on using Samantha as a test subject either. It would probably be necessary, but it felt gross. Instead, he had pivoted to diaper solutions first. Greg had purchased him collapsible step stools that were hidden in bathrooms for peeing in his post-parents, pre-Kelly world, and pull-ups would side-step the trigger altogether. But they were decidedly not good for crawlers and, assuming the worst of her incontinence, would ultimately be worse for everyone involved. He hated cloth diapers and plastic pants from experience. One of Jennifer’s dumb friends had convinced her to switch to cloth for a time, and it felt like he was just peeing in thick pants. “Yes, yes. Headphones… that’s good,” he somewhat mumbled as he continued to stroke his chin. Then he perked up and rolled his eyes at himself; what was he doing trying to consider diaper solutions alone when he had Miss Fetish right here?! “Are there diapers with less aggressive tapes out there? Make less noise?” Kelly looked up in consideration, taking a long moment to catalog her vast experience, and her face slowly contorted with confusion. “I… don’t think so,” she replied, sounding slightly astounded at her own response. She closed her eyes as she tried to replay the sound and feeling with various brands, and she slowly began to shake her head. “No brands for real babies where the tapes don’t need to be prison-level grade?” he asked, raising an eyebrow, aware that there were diaper brands for real infants. “Well, yes,” Kelly laughed, putting a hand to her face as she shook her head. “But they’re shaped differently. Diapers for Littles better accommodate adult body shapes. Though,” she paused as she and Charlie shared a knowing look, and she grinned slightly. “Not many Amazons know the difference.” “I’m glad you’re catching on,” he snickered. “I knew that a long time ago!” she defended lightheartedly, laughing as she grabbed a pillow and whacked him in the face. He let out a laugh as the impact staggered him back a few steps. “Maybe we can try some of those,” he suggested as he scratched his chin, revisiting the shape topic and trying to picture Sam’s hips (which was practically impossible to do given the size of the diaper and the massive, frilly skirt). “Though they might be uncomfortable around her hips…” Kelly smiled at him as she leaned forward, resting her elbow on her knees, sitting cross-legged on the floor near him. “You’re very sweet,” she purred, her eyes lovingly tracking his steps. Charlie’s back shot up straight as he arched an eyebrow at her, curious, fighting a grin at the compliment; he didn’t want to accept it until he knew the why. “You really care.” “Oh,” he gasped slightly, looking upwards as he blushed, then attempted to shrug it off. “Well… she is my niece now.” “Doooon’t do that,” Kelly giggled as she leaned forward, placing her hands on the floor and started crawling towards him. He took a cautious step back, grinning at her, tempted to break out into a run away from her, but he hesitated. “Do what?” he asked, taking another step back as another hand pulled her body towards him. “Minimize your –” she started and then lunged forward, her long arms outstretched for him. Charlie let out a yell and tried to run, but it was too late; Kelly’s arms trapped him and dragged him in for a hug, yelling (good-naturedly) the whole way and up into her lap. “Care,” she finished her sentence as she kissed the top of his head. Blushing, he leaned against her and smiled, staring downwards at the floor. “Well,” he hummed, drumming his fingers on her arm. “It’s… nice to be able to.” He paused, glancing away as he chuckled. “Plus, I didn’t like you being disappointed in me.” “What?” Kelly asked, loosening her hug and leaning back to look down at him. “I’ve never been disappointed in you.” “You were,” he smiled sadly up at her. “At the hotel… when Greg said I only ever tried to stop him.” “Oh,” she mouthed as she recalled that moment, looked up at the ceiling, but only thought for a second or two before shaking her head. “I was just surprised, that’s all. You’re doing so much to help Lexi — oh! School!” Charlie jumped at the change in topic and volume. “What about it?” “Y-you aren’t going! Right?” she questioned breathily and perhaps a little too eagerly, causing Charlie to grin at her. She blushed. “Why not?” he shrugged. “Well…” Kelly stopped and stared at him, then gestured around the room. “Because of everything!” “Are you kidding me?” Charlie scoffed, which was quickly followed by a snicker. “I need someone to take my aggression out on for what we saw and went through, and Little Steps is the perfect victim.” “Oh, Charlie,” Kelly laughed, curling forward to nuzzle her face into his hair. “Plus,” he added with a slight smile to mask the disgusted look he would normally make at his next thought. “We might need Sarah’s knowledge.” “What do you mean?” Kelly sat up a bit and tilted her head. “For better or worse, she’s likely to know all the shit Sam’s gone through,” he sighed, scratching at his temple. “Or at least have more ideas than we do.” “But…” Kelly’s lower lip stuck out slightly in a pout as her eyebrows furrowed. “Would she really help? Won’t she just say these symptoms are Maturosis?” “Probably,” Charlie agreed with a sigh. “But, one,” he started as he put a finger. “If she’s worth anything, she’ll be willing to help between the differences of forced symptoms and so-called real ones. We can lean on her for the perceived forced ones and handle the rest without her. And two,” he paused as he put up another finger, unsure if he wanted to smirk, laugh, or grimace at this next part, so he opted to remain as neutral as possible. “This could be it. A final test, if you will. How she handles helping Sam could really make or break her role in our lives.” Kelly took a long breath through her nose, looked up and away, and slowly nodded. Selfishly, she had secretly wished Greg would break up with her at every obvious opportunity, but she often advised in spite of that, feeling guilty for her own selfish wants. “That’s… that’s a good point,” she hummed softly, then her eyes widened a bit. “Oh, shoot, we have to tell her!” “Who?” Greg asked, and both Kelly and Charlie jumped, causing him to arch an eyebrow while Sam looked like she was about to burst out laughing. “Lots of people!” Charlie burst out as he threw his arms out. “Our parents, for one!” “We’ll be telling them for the first time every time we visit,” Greg snorted, and Charlie nodded with pursed lips, knowing there was truth in that. “But we were talking about Sarah,” Kelly added, arching an eyebrow at Charlie, curious why he had deflected. “Oh. Right,” Greg groaned, lifting the arm that wasn’t holding Sam to rub his forehead. “And your first day of school is tomorrow…” “I knew you’d get out of coming!” Charlie barked as he pointed to his brother. “I didn’t mean to,” Greg laughed, flushing slightly as he felt guilty, but he had no intention of putting Sam anywhere near that building. “School?” Sam asked curiously, looking between the brothers as Greg placed her on the couch. “Charlie insisted on enrolling and terrorizing a school,” Greg explained casually as he moved towards Kelly’s bag for the paperwork from DLS. “He’s helping Lexi!” Kelly defended before Charlie could even open his mouth, but he threw his head back to cackle. “I think we all know that’s not his primary goal,” Greg grinned as he grabbed the folder. “I—” Charlie cut in, dramatically placing his hands on his chest as he lifted his chin high. “Am a simple man of the diapered people. I am just serving my calling.” Samantha rocked back as she let out a belly laugh, making everyone beam and join in. Greg leaned over the back of the couch, laid the folder beside her, and tapped the top when she quieted down. “Is this it?” she gasped, leaning over to look, and he nodded. “Yup, that’s everything they gave us,” he replied, lifting his hand, staring down at it for a moment, then looking to Kelly and Charlie. “I’m going to… call Sarah. Let her know.” “Good idea,” Kelly agreed with a nod, but Charlie wiggled out of her lap and walked towards his brother. “Can we chat a sec?” he asked, and Greg nodded, willing to accept any delay in making this call. They shared a smile as they silently walked into the “Library”, where the laptop was still sitting on the desk from their last chat with Axiom. Both looked over at it, but both silently agreed not to talk about it as they walked over to the winged back chairs they frequently used to chat in this room. Greg smiled at them as he briefly reminisced about them holding pretend business meetings in them as kids (well, when he was a kid), drinking juice and pretending it was alcohol before they were shooed out. “So,” Greg sighed as he plopped into the chair, then he pursed his lips as he realized the last time they sat here had also been about Sarah. He arched an eyebrow, glancing over at his Little brother who had just finished climbing up into his chair. “I hope we don’t repeat the last time we sat here.” “Last time?” Charlie asked, shooting his brother a confused look, gave it a moment, then mouthed an ‘ah’, before grinning. “I guess we’ll see.” Greg let out a groan as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. “I’m kidding!” Charlie laughed as he settled in on the back of the chair. “But it is about Sarah.” “I figured,” Greg grinned, leaning on an elbow. “Before I say anything…” Charlie started, pursing his lips for a moment as he thought it was better to check in than assume. “Has anything changed with her?” “Not that I know of,” Greg replied quickly and with mild confusion, his eyes scanning the air as he looked back in his memories for a reason things would have changed. Arguably, things were still up in the air with her since their argument. She had been checking in on him by text to see if he was feeling better, but that was about it. “Not – argh, Greg, not from her,” the Little brother groaned at first, unable to help but laugh. “Has your opinion or intention changed about her?” Greg arched an eyebrow as his eyes darted around once again, looking for an answer, but nothing came to mind. Truth be told, he didn’t think he had thought of her once in the last 24 hours. “…Not that I know of.” “Fair enough,” Charlie laughed again, shaking his head and shrugging. “So, Kelly and I —“ “Wait, Charlie,” Greg interrupted as he sat up and twisted towards his brother, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and leaning forward. “I… haven’t thought at all since yesterday, or how I’d tell her. That’s… that’s a bad sign, isn’t it?” Charlie raised his eyebrows in surprise, placing a hand on his chest. “You’re asking me about dating shit?” he gaped. “I mean, I’m flattered, but —“ “You always have an opinion,” the Amazon brother asserted dryly with a wry smile on his lips. “Kelly’s not here. You don’t need to feign anything.” Charlie’s mouth dropped open as he pointed an accusatory finger at his brother, his whole body ready to deny it and counter him — but his brain momentarily froze, causing him to realize Greg was right. The corners of his mouth twitched, then curled as finally he blew out a laugh and leaned back. “Fiiine,” he scoffed dramatically, throwing his hands into the air and slapping them down in his lap. He paused, staring down at his Velcro shoes, and pulled his left leg in to start taking them off. “No, it’s not necessarily a bad sign, especially not for you. You get tunnel vision, and the rest of the world ceases to exist when you’re really in it and focused,” he stated as casually as he could, despite his heart rate having jumped a bit at the excitement of Greg finally snapping out of it with Sarah. “Ah, yeah,” Greg murmured and nodded. Charlie smacked his lips in annoyance with himself, irritated at feeling compelled to be honest as he threw the first shoe towards the center of the room and started on the second. “But,” he continued, putting a little extra emphasis on the ‘t’. “There’s a reason you’re asking me. There’s a reason you seem excited at the prospect of having a sign that you should break up. And there’s a reason when you’re not around her, you don’t want anything to do with her, but when you’re near her, you can’t let her go.” Greg blinked a few times in confusion, tracking the words and the sentiment rationally, but couldn’t see what he was building to. When that end didn’t come, he frowned curiously. “What’s that?” “Well,” Charlie sighed as he threw his second shoe towards the first, and arched an eyebrow at his brother. “There’s the obvious answer, and then there’s whatever your answer is going to be.” “Wait… what’s the obvious answer?” Greg puzzled, squinting in confusion. “Sex, Greg,” Charlie deadpanned. “Oh,” Greg mouthed, rearing back in surprise as his face flushed a gentle pink, then scoffed and shook his head. “No, I haven’t… that’s, uh…” “Normal,” Charlie reassured with a slight grin. “It’s normal, and most guys think about it frequently. Though I get the impression you don’t.” “I…” Greg stopped, his shoulders tensing uncomfortably as his cheeks slowly turned a deeper red. “Well, sure, I… think about it…” “How often?” the Little brother pushed the question out, not wholly comfortable with the topic, but it wasn’t like they hadn’t discussed sex before. Albeit that was a while ago, and it had been a more clinical discussion surrounding puberty. This was a bit more… personal now. “Charlie, I don’t know that….” Greg trailed off, adjusting in his seat. “What, like, every few hours?” Charlie shrugged, forcing a nonchalant tone that didn’t match his internal discomfort. “Every few hours?” Greg scoffed incredulously, his eyes snapping to meet his brother’s. “I wouldn’t be able to function if I thought about it that much!” Charlie pursed his lips and averted his eyes. “Sure…” “Do you…?” Greg questioned curiously, leaning forward. “Hell yeah, I do! Hourly, at least!” Charlie laughed, bringing a hand up to his forehead. “I’m either at crotch height or boob height, Greg! It’s in my face constantly! Plus, women love pressing their boobs in my face when they hug me.” Charlie lifted his hand as a cheeky grin crossed his face, and he closed his eyes, putting his hands somewhat flanking his face but leaving plenty of space for boobs as he imagined the many times he more or less motor-boated an Amazon without her noticing. Greg curled forward as he laughed and nodded in understanding. “And it’s only gotten worse since Kelly moved in,” Charlie added in a lowered volume as his vision ended and he looked towards the door, leaning forward conspiratorially. “She’s a menace. She’s figuring out all the ways that get me going, and she’ll do them all the time!” “Ahh, so that’s why you’ve been distracted more lately,” Greg grinned, sounding like he was teasing, but he was genuinely putting things together. “Yes!” he wheezed in a contained explosion, his voice almost sounding hoarse from it as he threw his arms out to his sides, then up to Greg. “I’m not complaining - far from it! Just - it’s a big shift.” Greg nodded a few times before he squinted, trying to imagine how that worked — then decided he didn’t want to imagine, but was oscillating between the parts of him that were curious and the parts that objected to that curiosity. “Greggy,” Charlie snorted as he lobbed a rolled-up sock at his brother, who jumped slightly and looked down at it. “I was losing ya’.” “Sorry,” Greg chuckled with a slight blush, tossing the sock back into his brother’s lap. “So, anyway… just give some thought,” Charlie said as he picked up his sock and fidgeted with it. “You owe it to yourself to understand what’s going on there. And, frankly, to Sarah, too.” He paused for a beat, looking up to Greg, and gave a smile, which was returned. Aaaand that felt like long enough. “Okay, but in the meantime, I think we should use Sarah’s knowledge,” Charlie began, and Greg burst out laughing as he leaned back, putting his hand on his stomach. “I mean it! She probably knows all kinds of shit they did to Sam!” “Yeah, I know, I know,” Greg continued to laugh, lifting a hand to his face and rubbing an eye as exhaustion began to take hold of him again. He let out a laugh and nodded, his laughs now quieted into chuckles. “That reminds me: I need to tell you about what happened at DLS.” “Call Sarah first,” Charlie instructed as he nodded towards Greg’s phone, his eyes briefly flicking to the laptop on the desk. “We’ve got plenty of time to debrief.” Greg nodded as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, glancing at Charlie, who was already shifting forward in the chair to get down. “You can stay, if you want,” Greg offered quietly as he motioned to the chair, and Charlie looked up at him curiously. “Do you… want me to?” the Little brother asked curiously. Greg swallowed as he looked down at the floor, unsure of the answer, then unsure of why he was unsure. For once, rather than locking himself into a loop, he simply nodded. “Yeah,” he replied quietly. “I do.” Charlie blinked a few times in surprise, but he nodded and sat back on the chair. “Okay,” he smiled as he flushed a bit, feeling touched by the request. Greg flashed a smile, grateful it had been left at that, and unlocked his phone. Staring down for a long moment, he took in a deep breath and selected her name. Lifting the phone to his ear, he smiled at Charlie, who gave a double thumbs up. “Greg!” Sarah answered rather quickly. “How are you feeling?” “Hey — oh, uh, better, thank you,” Greg stumbled, having forgotten the last time she saw him (in a flu coma, naked in a tub); he blushed at the realization and began to pace the room. “You sound much better,” she observed warmly. “I was worried maybe everyone caught it. Kelly was keeping me in the loop by text, but she’s been a little quiet since yesterday.” “Yeah, there’s — there’s a good reason for that,” Greg winced, running a hand through his hair and scratching the top of his head. “Do you remember Elizabeth? From college?” There was a long beat before she replied with caution, “Yes.” “Well, she works at DLS in Milwakey,” he began to explain as he continued to nervously scratch at his head. “Which is where we all were yesterday and this morning.” “Okay,” Sarah replied quietly, her voice wavering. Charlie covered his face, trying hard not to show any reaction to Greg, but he could practically feel the anxiety Sarah might be feeling. In his own nervousness about approaching the topic of Sam, he sounded like he was confessing to cheating on her — at least, that’s what Charlie was hearing. “And I had a classmate in high school, a Little, who went to university there,” he continued, running his hand over his mouth in between the thoughts. “But I lost contact with her early on, so I asked Elizabeth about her a few weeks ago.” He paused again, but there was no response. He could hear she was still there from her breathing. He briefly glanced at Charlie, who was covering his face, and Greg grimaced, clenched his jaw, and continued, still pacing the room. “She called me last night… Because Samantha’s Adopted mother died in a car accident,” he grimaced. “Oh,” Sarah piped up, sounding slightly relieved, and pivoted quickly. “Oh, no, that’s horrible! Is Samantha okay?” “Yeah, she wasn’t in the car,” he noted, looking down at his feet, smiling at Charlie’s shoes as he stepped over them. “But her relatives all declined taking her in, so…” “Greg!” Sarah burst with excitement. “Did you Adopt her?” His face contorted as he spun in place and froze, staring at the desk, then lifted his free hand to scratch his neck nervously. “Yes,” he murmured. “Oh my goodness!” she chirped, and he could see her jumping in his mind’s eye. “Congratulations!! Oh, that’s wonderful!!” The cheering and compliments continued, but he moved the phone away from his ear as he shared a ‘yikes’ look with Charlie, who covered his mouth with his hands to muffle his laughter. When he brought the phone back, she had begun asking questions. “Should I come over? Can I? Why didn’t you call - I would have helped!” “It was all so – last-minute, and we just rushed up there,” he faltered as he brought the phone back to his ear. “I needed to bring Charlie to see if they’d, you know, get along… so Kelly came too, and it was a bit… chaotic.” “I can imagine,” Sarah giggled. “What do you need? Since you have Charlie, I’m sure you’re well stocked, but I’m happy to bring anything you need. Oh! Is she joining him tomorrow? I’m sure we can get her in —” “Well, the thing is - she’s - she’s been through a lot,” Greg replied carefully, scratching nervously at his neck as he began to pace again. “They were really strict about expectations. Does, uh, code pink mean anything to you?” “Ooohh, poor thing,” Sarah moaned sympathetically, indicating that the answer was yes. “Yeah, DLS uses code profiles to help communicate a Little’s current disposition and needs, which helps with the rotating staff to give catered treatment and help get them to the right family. Pink is the highly anxious version of red, so it sounds like she’s having a really hard time and needs extra care, quiet, and love.” “Yeah,” he sighed as he closed his eyes. “Elizabeth said she needed a quiet home, and about a month of peace and quiet to adjust.” “Well, I’m glad Charlie didn’t disqualify you,” she teased with a giggle, and Greg genuinely chuckled, his eyes flashing over to his brother, who looked at him curiously. “So yeah, I totally get it. Pink means no school, no big outings, or big parties. And, if anything, you probably shouldn’t even bring her to drop off. Too much stimulation, too much uncertainty.” “Yeah, I… thank you,” he smiled slightly, glad she came to that conclusion on her own, despite that having been his intention. “Out of curiosity… what’s the red version?” “The angry counterpart,” she grimaced. “Both red and pink mean the Little isn’t comfortable around others or large groups, is often in severe distress, and not much is making them comfortable. Where pink is highly anxious, they cry and hide a lot, red is the combative version. Very angry, and may be violent to caretakers or other Littles.” Greg grimaced; he imagined a lot of Littles were ‘code red’. “What would you code Charlie?” he asked as he looked over at his Charlie, who likewise suddenly was very curious. “Oooh,” she chuckled in consideration. “There are a lot of pairings, sort of like the red and pink, where the needs and wants are similar, but the reaction or disposition is very different. Honestly, I find it a bit of an oversimplification, but I understand why they do it. Helps keep everything efficient. But anyway… probably yellow.” She paused, humming in thought, and then he could practically hear her nod. “Yeah, it’s the gentler counterpart to orange. Both mean the Little wants some independence, wants to have tasks to do, and/or make decisions, but the colors indicate their response when it’s denied. Orange means they’ll get angry and combative, yellow means they’ll become anxious and upset… or, in Charlie’s case, harmlessly bratty.” Greg snorted, then chuckled, “I think he’d be quite pleased with that.” Charlie threw his arms out in a questioning way, but Greg waved him off. “Listen, Greg,” Sarah cleared her throat, sounding like she was preparing for something, and he braced for it, despite having no idea what to expect. “I’m so happy for you. This is a huge step in your life, and — well, maybe not so much of a change because you’re used to your brother — but still. Girls are way different, so is a daughter from a brother, so it will change things… and you’re - you’re going to love it. And be great.” She paused, taking in a breath. “But you should know, some of the most difficult Adoption stories are when the Little knew their parent before their Maturosis flared.” Greg’s face fell as he slowed his pacing and stared down at the floor. “It can be really hard on them,” she advised gently. “There are way more relapses and tantrums because there’s no clean break in their memories. They often confuse their interactions with their old memories of their parent, and — well, it’s hard.“ She paused, as if giving Greg a chance to reply, but when he opted not to, she continued. “That may not be an issue here, since there’s been a long time between. Plus, you’ve grown a lot, I’m sure, since high school, so who knows, maybe you look different enough.” Greg rolled his eyes. “But whatever the case, just keep in mind, she may try to be her old self with you. She may try to call you by your name, act as she used to, and really struggle with the idea that you’re her Daddy now.” Greg winced. “I just want you to be prepared for that possibility.” “Thanks,” he murmured, rubbing his forehead. “Listen, I… I’ve already run into something that I - I’d like your help with.” “Oh, name it!” she chirped enthusiastically. “Kelly already recognized one hypnosis trigger —“ he paused, hearing Sarah suck in air. “And separately… Sam woke up in a panic from the car. I think she’s been… forgive me, fucked with. A lot.” Sarah let out an awkward laugh. “That, um,” she sighed, her voice dropping in volume. “That would make sense with the high anxiety.” Greg closed his eyes as he let out a small sigh, grateful to hear that. “She said she had a white noise machine when she slept that stopped when she’d called out,” he continued, lifting a hand to scratch his chin as he made eye contact with Charlie, who frowned curiously. “Have you heard of something like that?” There was a distinct pause, and Greg’s eyebrows pinched together. “…Yes,” Sarah nearly whispered, and Greg stared at his brother, who stared back as he waited for more. Sarah took in a deep breath, sounding distinctly uncomfortable. “It’s, um, a somewhat new product… It has an app that you use to program the keyword, like Mommy or Daddy, or both… and you can also… essentially program subliminal messages to play throughout the night.” Greg’s face hardened, and his grip on the phone tensed. “We recommend against it at Little Steps because it sets up a dependency on it, amongst other issues,” she went on quietly. “Have you… helped anyone get rid of it?” “Oh, yes,” Sarah said quickly. “Well, not directly, but I’ve been a part of a lot of consultations. I’ll send you everything we have in writing, and I can ask around for some advice.” “Thank you, Sarah. I really appreciate it,” Greg sighed, lifting a hand to rub his eyes. “It’s insane to me that this stuff exists.” There was another long pause from Sarah’s end, and Greg grimaced as he looked up at the ceiling, bracing himself for some excuse about time, or money, or whatever. “Well, I,” Sarah hesitated, sounding much different than he anticipated; almost confused. “I’m… a little surprised you don’t - that this is the first you’re hearing about it.” “Why?” he asked incredulously, now feeling equally as confused as she sounded. “Well…” she paused, somewhat scoffing, though it came out more like an awkward laugh. “Because it’s your company that sells it, Greg."

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