Brigid laughed. "Ha! Even if your skin was smooth, where would you find someone who wanted to touch it?"
Doing my best to hide the mortal stab at my heart, I replied, "I was rather referring to the fact that they spelled my name 'Gerg.'"
"Oh," said Brigid. "Oops."
Another day, another kick to the head. I decided that my best bet from here was the coffeehouse around the corner.
NOTE: This is the first of the Brigid & Greg Fictionlets. However, there is an earlier entry here that was basically a B&G entry before B&G existed. You can also a complete listing of the B&G fictionlets and related posts here.
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