That evening, I’m standing in my room amidst an array of discarded shopping bags and dressed head to toe in new clothing and accessories, as Rosa insisted we purchase entirely new outfits, accessories, and shoes. I’m wearing what I think might be the highest heels I’ve ever worn. They’re gold, as are all the accessories I’ve purchased.
Skylar, can you come in here? I can’t zip my dress. Even over the mindlink, I can tell Rosa is distressed.
Sure thing, I say, wobbling a little in the heels as I take my first steps toward the door. If I can make it over there without tipping over like a disrupted turtle.
Disrupted Turtle Pack is a great name, how has no one done this? Rosa says. I snort as I pull open my heavy doors, feeling my legs wobble a little uneasily in the shoes.
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