Star Wars R2D2 Ugly Christmas Sweater

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I couldn’t see Bridger near the Star Wars R2D2 Ugly Christmas Sweater. I started to speak as I turned around “I dunno, maybe he-“ The shock of seeing him made me snort a ridiculous noise as I flinched, reflexively shooting my hands up to the sides of my head like I was trying to block a stray baseball, causing Sash jump and almost drop her little platter “what babe?!” Bridger was standing maybe 2 feet behind us, staring right into my eyes. “He’s just, right here, like, literally standing right… here” I said as I stepped toward Bridger and slowly extended my palm onto his chest. There was a very subtle resistance, no more than a soap bubble, or static electricity, the air felt warmer. He never took his eyes from mine. “Weeeird.” Sasha was watching me wide-eyed “are you touching him?” I pulled my hand back “… kinda” I glanced over my shoulder. All four of the others had stormed over to stand in an arc directly behind Sasha. She watched my gaze and looked terrified, seeming to gather what’d happened. As if I’d told her she had a spider crawling up her back, she hunched her posture protectively, snuck a glance over her shoulder, then back at me. My heart was pounding, eardrums rumbling as a torrent of violent anger flowed through me, clenching my jaw and fists. Breath man. They can’t touch her, it’s fine. “They can’t touch you, it’s fine Sash. They’re just… around us now… Come stand next to me. Let’s get this over with.” She walked over and stood by my side, all five of the ghosts’ angry eyes glued to her. She glanced at me nervously. “You have their attention,” I said as I waved my hand in an arc to indicate where they were, “not sure how you thought this would go, but… go ahead, give em their Christmas gift.” I laughed nervously at my own comment, which made her almost laugh. She took a breath, straightened her back, then stepped forward. She took a knee, and rested the plate of rural Idaho-sourced Afghan cuisine into the snow, then stood up and looked ahead, not knowing she was looking straight into Bridger’s face.

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I have short-ish legs and have the Star Wars R2D2 Ugly Christmas Sweater, where a lot of flares and wide-legs are too long and can only be worn with very chunky shoes that have a bit of a platform, etc. Otherwise, the hem will drag on the ground like we did with JNCO’s in the late 90s, and I’m not into the wet, muddy, frayed hem look or tripping over the front of my pants. I don’t object to wearing chunky boots sometimes, but jeans that can’t be worn with running shoes or flip flops when I’m just going to the grocery store aren’t something that can be a staple in my wardrobe. The ones I have that do this are already “short” length, and I’m average height, at 5’5. And if you hem flares, it changes the shape so they’re less flared. I do think that cropped flares look at least as bad though, and if the “tall” or “long” lengths aren’t long enough to work for you, then tailoring isn’t even an option!