Angela snifled. "I didn't xactly see anything," she said. "But ... you know how you said I was kind of psychic? I just KNOW what he's doing." She shivered. "He must be looking for a father figure."
"I don't know why else he would be interested," Angela said logically. "Unless ... maybe he wants someone taller? Or maybe I should wear a uniform, like you."
Bridge is seriously not sure whether to laugh or cry. Or possibly bang his head on the table. Repeatedly. "Right. We need to get to the bottom of this."
"You're right," Angela said. "I'm going to go see Dean Tick tonight and see if we can work this out, somehow." She smiled wanly. "Thanks for listening, Bridge."
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Bridge's brain is a little broken, here.
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Bridge is seriously not sure whether to laugh or cry. Or possibly bang his head on the table. Repeatedly. "Right. We need to get to the bottom of this."
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