It was good, that hypno-crystal spell. Only the best for the Slayer’s eighteenth, from the Council with love.
“Giles?”
His innocent curiosity deserved an Oscar.
“I’ve been thinking lately. You know, adulthood sinking in - or birthday blues. Who knows.” He didn’t smile. At least he wasn’t that good an actor. “Anyway. I know… I know you got a
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