I got the job. I got the job! I couldn't believe it! I mean, hello I so could believe it because I am fabulous but I got the job! My mind was somewhere else and they held up those cue cards and I read them and remembered all that crap that Christie was always trying to shove down my throat back when I first moved to L.A. All that stuff about how to
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Then again? Who could be healthy when you got kidnapped and beaten by a slayer, and then a few days later found out your best friend was dead. My life? So not turning out the way I imagined it would when I first moved to L.A. I didn't have any regrets really, I was just confused I guess. Life was confusing when you worked for Angel Investigations and by the way? I'd been spending way too much time at that hotel ( ... )
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A motel? Did he have to be difficult about absolutely everything? I guess that was a big fat old yes to that question. God! Why couldn't anybody just work with me?! I was just about ready to tell him to enjoy his motel, enjoy dwelling on everything that's past so that he could never move onto what's ahead. Maybe Wes, Faith and Angel could start a club! The drive Cordelia crazy with the incessant brooding and being stubborn. God ( ... )
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My mouth dropped open when he accused me of ranting. Ranting? Oh, he hadn't seen anything yet. You want to see a rant? I'd show him a rant. Oh he'd be begging for the old definitely not rant after I started ranting.
Should I mention that I let the girl who tortured us both into my bed everynight? Probably not. Somehow I didn't think that would go over all that well. "You're basing this all on a look, Wesley? A look? Because if we' ( ... )
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