“There’s no tampons here….” Actually, there might be. But if I asked Kelly about that, she’ll literally point a gun at me first before answering my questions. Kelly and I were really close, but she’ll literally punch me to my face if I asked her questions like that. I guess there’s just really something private about it. “I know…” “But you still need to lay down, you’re still sick.” “But I really don’t want to stain the sheets,” she exclaimed. I really have no idea what I should do right now. I’m completely clueless about these kinds of things, if there’s a wild boar in front of her, then I’d probably think of a solution quickly or if there’s a gun pointed at her, I could probably jump in front of her. But in matters like this, I have no clue what I’m supposed to do. It wou

