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Samantha

Technically, it wasn’t a week. 6 days. But Grampa, Libri, Holstram, Shiron, Et-Cetera, was it boring. She almost admitted she actually read the books. Her hectic time at the Vanguard, with its Chets and Verrises and Joans had spoiled her, maybe. Penbarrow was slow, she’d survived that, she could survive barely ununbuttered bread. She was so bored, she almost thought about how she could be blamed for the predicament she was in, and how she could change her behaviour to avoid it in the future. But no. She was blameless, and this would never happen again.

“Hey Roe, what’s a linear operator?” “Hey Roe, what’s a hertzo?” “…a nolton?” “…a thaum?” “…an infinitesimal?” She already knew ‘ana’† and ‘kata’‡, though, she wasn’t completely ignorant.

Roe and her eye-catching scarf didn’t engage. She probably didn’t know, either.

And finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, finally, they arrived.

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† /aˈna/

‡ /kaˈta/