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"I mean he's not my type. He didn't make me feel a thing. Neither did Travis. They just aren't my type; they're not girls." Now this was a revelation. Shauna sat in the wilderness, up against a tree with just her stupid not-white tee and underwear, Jackie sitting next to her donning Shauna's red flannel and a pair of underwear, away from society as Jackie told her that not only was she into girls, but she wasn't into guys. At all.
It was probably 1997 and Shauna was sitting here in the wilderness next to her former best friend who had practically just admitted to being a lesbian —oh right, and by the way, let's not forget—, after fucking her to oblivion.
What the actual fuck.
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or, A Jackie lives AU, if she were in season 3 just for fun