Standing there with my arms folded I watched as Spike gave his slightly spurred annoying remarks before disappearing up the steps, Fred on his heels
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"He's drunk. Don't listen to a word he says."Great, now Fred is tagging after him like a wide eyed puppy. Spike, William the bloody retard is her champion now. Nothing about that is making me
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"What?" I asked defensively when he had to go and bring up the dead pets spell thing. "It was in Latin. Do you have any idea how long those things take to translate, and it wasn't like I had a whole lot of help on the angry British guy front." My stern tone was all shot out the window the wide smile broke out over my face.
"You're really back, so I don't care. It worked."
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"Your right, it doesn't matter now. Neither of us is dead, or evil, or something in between." And best of all Spike was gone to do whatever it was he planned on doing. No, that wasn't the best thing. The best thing was seeing her smile.
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"You're right about that. Now hopefully things around here can get back to some semblance of normal. Which I guess by everyone else's standards is low, but hey! Gotta find that bright side!" I wondered how long it would be til we got to the shopping. I mean, who even knew what was left of all of his clothes upstairs. I hadn't been in there in a long time. When Angel first died I spent a lot of time in his old room, and then one day I picked myself up and dusted myself off. I said to myself; self, there are people counting on you and you can't sit around and mope about this forever. No, that was Wesley's job.
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Or was she already thinking about going shopping?
"You know, I think we should find someplace that pretty much isn't here. What do you think?" As much as I wanted to see Doyle and talk to everybody else...I didn't want to be interrupted again.
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