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            Xander set the last cardboard box down on the floor and stood up, surveying the room. It was about half filled with boxes and bags of his stuff, he didn’t really have much. A big smile was on his face, he felt good. Moving out of his parent’s basement was the best decision he’d made in a long time. Now he wouldn’t constantly hear their ( Read more... )

          It was going on to his second month in Africa when he found out the truth. A grieving parent finally opened up to him. Apparently, the natives had seen the suddenly powerful girls as a threat, and as soon as they’d been identified, they’d been hunted down and killed. No matter the age, girls as young as three had been taken from their ( Read more... )

               Spike sat next to Xander, watching him. Xander, for his part, was asleep, unaware of his observer. Actually, asleep was the wrong word, unconscious would be better. He’d simply dropped off a little while ago, and Spike hadn’t taken his eyes off of him since.

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