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The warehouse was nothing more than.. empty. I sat at my desk, just sitting. This was basically my home since the hotel went down. I sure did miss my nice room, comfortable and private. Here seemed cold and exposed. I sat wondering exactly what to do with myself. We hadn't had a case in what seemed like forever, everyone now was out doing
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I smiled a little. It was nice to hear from Cordy. "Well, I was never one for change, you know."
She did sound a little irritated as she spoke. Guess I couldn't blame her. I remembered something about a meeting over at Buffy's house, but I just couldn't go. After what happened with Wesley, I didn't feel as if I would be of any help to anyone then.
"Done any socializing with the gang as of late? You know, chat with Fred...kill things with Gunn or seen Wesley?"
I frowned when she mentioned Wesley. She knew about what had happened to him just as I did, and yet she still decided to remind me. "No, Cordy, I haven't talked with anyone lately, and you know just as well as me that I wouldn't possibly be able to see Wesley."
Yes, I knew it sounded harsh, but shouldn't she have known better? I wasn't sure why she would even bring it up, unless she was implying about how I hadn't been around or talked with anyone lately. But yes, I did know about Wesley dying, and I wasn't really wanting to bring that subject back up again.
I tried to change the subject. "So, where exactly are you?"
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