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Not-So-Little Mermaid

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SCFrankles

Published: May 10, 2013

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Ariel's bra:

Needed a sea cup.

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Written for #SixWordStories' Theme Prompt: Whimsy.

Because what could be more whimsical than mermaidian lingerie?

(My story. Sticking to it.)

I've never actually seen Disney's The Little Mermaid ^^" I was far too old for it when it came out, and I was reluctant to watch it anyway because I have rather strong feelings about Hans Christian Andersen's original story. (Once started crying when simply talking about it in a letter to a friend... ^^")