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There was a figure in a heavy coat, red-faced, toting a few bags! No, it was not Saint Nick! You can call her Saint Vic, but not where she can hear you! The bag wasn’t full of toys, at any rate. She had moved out of her dorm for the holiday, so if was full of (technical term here!) stuff.
She started rummaging around in the bags. Not in this one, not in that one, nor in the other one! Aha! She retrieved her sketchbook, triumphantly. Fliiiiip, fliiiiip, fliiiiip, to a page with glyphs and other symbols and their meanings. And translations of phrases. Hebrew, Latin, Greek. “Any cool symbols y’ got? Cool words?”
“How wouldja suggest gettin’ through a holiday wi’ folks y’ don’t really get along with? I mean, low profile an’ bein’ in my room can only go so far.”
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She started rummaging around in the bags. Not in this one, not in that one, nor in the other one! Aha! She retrieved her sketchbook, triumphantly. Fliiiiip, fliiiiip, fliiiiip, to a page with glyphs and other symbols and their meanings. And translations of phrases. Hebrew, Latin, Greek. “Any cool symbols y’ got? Cool words?”
“How wouldja suggest gettin’ through a holiday wi’ folks y’ don’t really get along with? I mean, low profile an’ bein’ in my room can only go so far.”
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