Pads

When you tell your mom the pads she bought aren't very good so a couple weeks later she takes you to the store but your brother had to come. While your looking at some of them your slightly younger brother pick two of them up and looks at you confused. "What's the difference, aren't they all the same." He says and you just death stare him before whispering. There is always a difference.

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