I decided on the clean diaper. Less of a mess to worry about.
I put the dirty diaper in the trash can, along with the rest of the trash I needed to collect in order to make my story believable. I carefully entered the closet and nabbed a single diaper, and then proceeded to hide it among the trash. Next stop was my room. While trying to find a spot to hide the diaper, the Alexa went off. I scrambled to turn it off, when suddenly I heard someone approaching my room. I panicked, and with diaper in hand, I hid inside my closet mere moments before the person entered my room. The closet was fairly small, littered with random stuff from the past few years of my life. I looked around for a spot to stash the diaper. My options, to my misfortune, were not great at best. I then realized that I had failed to turn off the Alexa, which was still blasting TNT. I could hear the person walking over to the Alexa, and I knew that I was now faced with a choice. I could try to hide the diaper somewhere in my closet, but easily risk it being found upon exiting the closet, or, I could use the music to buy me some time to put on the diaper, while simultaneously using the music to mask the sounds of the diapering process. Or I guess I could wait it out and pray this person doesn’t open the closet.
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