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The book was huge and I curled up around it as I struggled to read the rather complicated tome. When Giles told me he was going to lend me his copy of the Abridged History of the Watchers Council I had imagined a book small enough to carry in a purse, or at least a back pack. I had not expected something along the lines of the abridged Oxford English Dictionary, not only in size but also in content. The pages are so think they are nearly transparent and the text is so dense it information it makes the Bible seem very nearly wordy.
I sighed and closed the book giving up for the day. I knew Giles wanted to meet so we could discuss what I had read but I really had no idea what to ask. Granted there were a lot of questions on my mind but I did not want to ask a question that might make me seem a bit on the dim side.
I closed the tome and reached for my hot cocoa. I figured that reading was always a bit more enjoyable when hot chocolate was added to the mix. I had managed not to spill a single drop and was proud of myself. I had even refrained from smoking while reading just in case I dropped an ash. I craved a cigarette like nothing else though, craved something to take the edge off. Things would get better, they had too, or at least that is what I told myself. After all my problems were with Wolfram and Hart and I no longer really worked there. I had a new job and one with someone far less evil than Lilah Morgan.
I got up and packed the book away. I had made an appointment to see Giles in a few hours and wanted to make sure I arrived early. Giles seemed like the type to value promptness and I wanted to make sure and be prompt. I needed to make a good impression.
I sighed and closed the book giving up for the day. I knew Giles wanted to meet so we could discuss what I had read but I really had no idea what to ask. Granted there were a lot of questions on my mind but I did not want to ask a question that might make me seem a bit on the dim side.
I closed the tome and reached for my hot cocoa. I figured that reading was always a bit more enjoyable when hot chocolate was added to the mix. I had managed not to spill a single drop and was proud of myself. I had even refrained from smoking while reading just in case I dropped an ash. I craved a cigarette like nothing else though, craved something to take the edge off. Things would get better, they had too, or at least that is what I told myself. After all my problems were with Wolfram and Hart and I no longer really worked there. I had a new job and one with someone far less evil than Lilah Morgan.
I got up and packed the book away. I had made an appointment to see Giles in a few hours and wanted to make sure I arrived early. Giles seemed like the type to value promptness and I wanted to make sure and be prompt. I needed to make a good impression.