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“This is nice,” Xander said cheerfully. “Another How Can We Avert the Apocalypse all-nighter at Giles’ place. Someday, when I’m sitting around McDonald’s with my senior citizen’s coffee and complaining about the government with guys in John Deere caps, I’m gonna look back on these little gatherings with fondness.”

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It’s good to get paid.

That’s the thought that was going through my head when I unlocked the door to my office, which up until that morning had had the words “SIDNEY GREEN, DEMON HUN” proudly painted on the window. The sweet payday I’d gotten from the Axelrod case meant I could finally pay that bastard of a sign painter to finish it. “Demon ( Read more... )

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