Brigid and Greg Fictionlets

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Greg sat at the dining room table, tapping away on the lappie as Alex lounged on the couch messing with his phone. Quietly, and without fuss, Ozymandias hopped up onto the table, regarded Greg’s Moleskine with a vague air of contempt, and knocked it off the table before settling down into a loaf. Greg paused,…

Brigid and Greg Fictionlets

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“Well, young Greg, do you see anything on the menu that suits you?” Isadora asked. “Quite a bit actually,” Greg said. “The hard part is narrowing it down to a single dish.” “Ugh,” said Brigid. “There’s not enough chocolate on this menu. I’m going straight for dessert.” “It’s an Italian restaurant,” said Greg. “Where would…