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" But what’s with—” He stopped talking and sniffed. “Jesus fucking Christ, what is that smell?” “It’s baby poop,” I said, laughing. “It can’t be. There’s no way.” He inhaled, and his handsome features contorted. “Oh my God, that’s so bad. How can something so tiny create such a disgusting stench? We should change her.” He stood up and looked around. “Where’s the bag?” “You don’t want to change her yet, Nate. Trust me. She’s not done.” He looked down at me, aghast. “How long will it go on?” I shrugged. “A few minutes, maybe.” “Oh my God.” His eyes closed. “I don’t think I can stand it. "
― Melanie Harlow , Only You (One and Only, # 1)