Drusilla paced back and forth in her room, talking and sputtering out angry things at her dolls, which were all lined up, staring at her. Staring at her and JUDGING her, she imagined. But she didn't care. She was angry, and wanted the blood to soothe her burns. Her literal burns. Ever since the nasty Willow left her, tied to a tree and letting the
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