"I know the Doctor. 9 letters," Glitch mused aloud, and, rather, abruptly. "Or is it 10? Do you suppose the space counts?"
Regardless of whether it counted or not, Glitch looked suddenly very sheepish. "I'm sorry. Just a small, er, glitch, hee." There was something slightly off about his laugh -- a little forced, as though something was not quite right with his mind.
It dawned on Glitch that he was speaking to a stranger -- at least, someone who could be a stranger. She could also be a good friend -- or an acquaintance. "Er..." There just never was a way to put this delicately. "Have we met?"
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Regardless of whether it counted or not, Glitch looked suddenly very sheepish. "I'm sorry. Just a small, er, glitch, hee." There was something slightly off about his laugh -- a little forced, as though something was not quite right with his mind.
It dawned on Glitch that he was speaking to a stranger -- at least, someone who could be a stranger. She could also be a good friend -- or an acquaintance. "Er..." There just never was a way to put this delicately. "Have we met?"