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Brigid narrowed her eyes at the girl (well, woman really, but Brigid thought of her as a girl). The girl’s tight shirt clearly indicated that this was a girl with abs, and she wanted the world to know it.
Brigid then looked over to the girl’s companion, a stocky, scraggily geek type whose look of pure self-satisfaction clearly indicated that he had a girlfriend with abs, and he wanted the world to know that.
The pair of them stood in front of the copy shop door, conferring over some pamphletey thing that they were apparently planning to reproduce — not an inherently annoying activity, but they were blocking traffic, and the four-ream box of proposal copies Brigid was carrying weighed roughly the same as a healthy elephant.
“Ahem,” Brigid coughed. No response.
“Excuse me, please,” she added, and the girl only giggled and pointed at the pamphlet.
“Cogito ergo ZOOM!” she said, laughing.
“I like this one,” said the geek type, pointing at a different spot. “Semper ubi sub ubi!”
Brigid closed her eyes, groaning. She saw the whole picture now, and it added up to “toga party.”
“Ostium tui obstruetis!” Brigid snapped loudly, causing the pair of them to jump. “Or maybe it would be better to say, ‘ou’reYay ockingblay the oorday!'”
The ab girl and her geek muttered something apologetic and backed away from the door, and Brigid strode on. She’d never ticked someone off in Latin before, and was secretly glad to have finally had the chance.
-The Gneech
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