[ Fuck, she hates these stupid devices. She's no good at writing out how she feels, what she wants, without feeling awkward and a bit stupid. But she's gonna try. ]
[No words. Just a picture of herself, probably taken by Bree: whoever's holding the camera is on their back in, presumably, a bed, Orla kneeling over them and grinning, wearing a green set that leaves nothing to the imagination. It's an action shot, she's in the middle of leaning over and reaching for something off-camera.]
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what kind of pretty things?
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