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Asperity
Gibbs cringed at the asperity of Abby's current music as he walked in the lab. He quickly turned off her music before he got a headache. He really didn't understand how Abby could work with this music.
“Hey!” Abby protested.
Gibbs set a Caf-pow on her desk and couldn't help asking, “How can you work with that stuff? It sounds like nails on a chalkboard.”
Abby happily grabbed the Caf-pow. “It helps me concentrate as it blocks out other noises. It also keeps my spirits up, so that my work stays at the best of my ability.”
Gibbs shook his head. He'd never understand Abby.
