[She'd been jumpy ever since she'd first seen three people standing and staring at each other in horror. And then she'd walked into her first memory share bubble of hell. Thankfully, it hadn't been hers. And all things considered, it hadn't been that bad, but it let her know just what was at stake and how possible it was that people she didn't want to see her shit might do just that. And Jessica had a lot of shit that she didn't want seen.
Then again, she'd come across one bubble that had been... nice. Some memory the baker she'd gone to get a loaf of bread from was having about the birth of his son. She'd oddly felt more intrusive on that memory than on most of the others. Personal shit was personal for a reason.]
You keep having this weird fantasy of me doing shit that requires girly outfits and a little feather duster. I will literally buy one to shove up your ass.
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[She'd been jumpy ever since she'd first seen three people standing and staring at each other in horror. And then she'd walked into her first memory share bubble of hell. Thankfully, it hadn't been hers. And all things considered, it hadn't been that bad, but it let her know just what was at stake and how possible it was that people she didn't want to see her shit might do just that. And Jessica had a lot of shit that she didn't want seen.
Then again, she'd come across one bubble that had been... nice. Some memory the baker she'd gone to get a loaf of bread from was having about the birth of his son. She'd oddly felt more intrusive on that memory than on most of the others. Personal shit was personal for a reason.]
You keep having this weird fantasy of me doing shit that requires girly outfits and a little feather duster. I will literally buy one to shove up your ass.