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yesterday, Xander was sitting in the chair by Willow's cot, his laptop open, still hoping for a reply from the other Willow to show up in his inbox. At least it wasn't his turn for an all-contact-is-cut-off heart attack; he'd gotten a short, annoyed answer from Kennedy when he'd tried calling her, that boiled down to "I don't know and right
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