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Susan Richards sighed as she shopped for shoes. There there was so much stuff she had to do with the Fantastic Four, going on adventures, fighting threats, doing presentations. So little time for herself.
"Ooo, those look darling, but a little darling," Susan said. "The heel, perhaps a little long. But, I dunno, those heels are, like, kinda cute."
She ran a nail over it, imagining clunking around in those big platform heels in the Baxter Building, her butt bobbing up and down under her skirt. Reed wouldn't like it though.
"But he's, like, such a fuddy-duddy," Susan giggled. "Not the boss of me!"
She was looking younger, a lot younger. More like a teenager than a mature adult.
"OOoo, that pair's sooo kewt!" Suzie Storm, the Invisible Girl squealed.
The bell tinkled as someone else entered the store.
Emma Frost was feeling a little funny. Something about her outfits seems a little too "old lady." Not up-to-date enough for the White Princess....
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