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If she were of age, I'd try my best to ignore it and repress the memory. If she were underage, there's be a nice lecture. If it looked like voyeur pics that she didn't consent to, I'd call her in to my room for a talk while dumping the buckshot out of a few shotgun shells and reloading them with finishing nails. If they were in Wayside, I'd pick an embarassing moment (two of us in the car where she couldn't escape,) and say something like "so, I came across a few ... interesting pictures of you on the internet, and I was wondering if you bought that outfit or just sewed a few belts together in your spare time."
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