Riiing. Riiing. Riiing.
Xander groaned and pulled the pillow over his head, trying desperately to ignore the phone.
Riiing. Riiing.
It wasn’t working.
“Gah!” He felt the pillow yanked away and the phone shoved into his hand.
“Answer the bloody phone or I’ll answer it,” Spike said.
“Okay, okay, fine.” Xander pulled the phone quickly up to
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