( the only cure for short shorts is... pants. or eye gouging i guess? but let's at least try pants first.
text messages appear on the screen of her ship issued phone like rungs on a ladder slowly descending to hell, and it's kinda awful. the weird concert of embarrassed stomach flips and the horrified way the rest of her internal organs are just jumping off a cliff. the shorts had been bad, this is worse, please don't mention the pigtails please don't mention the pigtails. )
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text messages appear on the screen of her ship issued phone like rungs on a ladder slowly descending to hell, and it's kinda awful. the weird concert of embarrassed stomach flips and the horrified way the rest of her internal organs are just jumping off a cliff. the shorts had been bad, this is worse, please don't mention the pigtails please don't mention the pigtails. )
What you need to do is stop.
( talking. texting. thinking. )