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nadiathesaintNadia bummed out on the fifth floor lounge couch for the rest of Monday night. She probably could have joined Pip and Pippi (and would she ever get used to thinking those two names together?) but the overriding air of wrongness kept her inside, where she was pretty sure she was safe from principal/ninja love fests from floating giant red balls of doom from whatever dangers might be lurking in town tonight.
The male model movie ended, and after a long spate of inane commercials for girls wearing very little clothing, another movie began.
Turnpike District. You know, the one with the guy who played that doctor guy on Medical Clothing. Not that Nadia had seen Medical Clothing, though she probably would have enjoyed it if she did.
She sat up.
The movie continued.
She leaned forward.
That song really would change her life!
She nodded her head as the movie came to an end. She was resolved. She'd either have to find a music store, or she'd have to learn how to download mp3s. Maybe Broots could show her how?
The male model movie ended, and after a long spate of inane commercials for girls wearing very little clothing, another movie began.
Turnpike District. You know, the one with the guy who played that doctor guy on Medical Clothing. Not that Nadia had seen Medical Clothing, though she probably would have enjoyed it if she did.
She sat up.
The movie continued.
She leaned forward.
That song really would change her life!
She nodded her head as the movie came to an end. She was resolved. She'd either have to find a music store, or she'd have to learn how to download mp3s. Maybe Broots could show her how?
