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"Hey Darling~?! How do I look?"

Zero two does a little twirl for me, giggling as she splashes in the ocean. The swimsuit she was provided looks a little like her bodysuit for combat, but more shapely, as if it had been designed to guide the eye down to her navel and up around her breasts.

I feel my cheeks burning up from more than the sunshine, and manage to stifle out some kind of reply. That only makes her chuckle even harder before she runs away to frolic in the tide and harass a few crabs and starfish.

I don't see the ocean; I don't see the food and the barbecue that our squad-mates are making behind us. All I see is Zero Two, that girl born so free, so carefree; yet born with a broken wing.

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