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go do their duty again, so now #7 perks up now and again and kicks #6 in the head.<br />
This is me. A puzzle. Missing a few pieces. It doesn’t all quite fit. The image is<br />
blurry and unfocusy. I’m parts that don’t equal a whole (ooh, philosophical math).<br />
Swiss cheese (uuhh, food). Okay, now I’m hungry and my brain hurts. Crap, did<br />
someone just ask me something?<br />
Xander looked up from the ancient text he wasn’t reading. “What?”<br />
“I said,” Buffy rolled her eyes, “what are you going to dress up as for Halloween?”<br />
Xander slammed the book shut and got a small glare from Giles. “Oh, no. That’s a<br />
secret. Don’t worry, I’ll be at your house at four, then you’ll see. We’ll go get the<br />
kiddies for a little treat-o-rama then it’ll be time for real Halloweeny goodness at<br />
The Bronze.” He pointed at Willow. “Get those dancing’ shoes on, little missy!”<br />
Willow held a red sneakered foot up high over the table. “I’m shoed-up and ready<br />
to go!”<br />
“Well, the red works, but I was thinking something more along the lines of stilettosluttiness.<br />
Three inches of strappy heaven.”<br />
“Xander!” “Xander!”<br />
“What?”<br />
The girls sighed and went back to whispering about something boy-related. Xander<br />
opened the book again. Thank you, Mini-#1.<br />
*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*`*<br />
The vampires’ sleeping schedule altered slightly after a short time. They would<br />
wake up around three in the afternoon, shortly before Xander got home from<br />
school. Bedtime came at around two or three in the morning, long after Xander had<br />
gone to sleep. They would both fall into the bed, exhausted from the nightly fight<br />
(sometimes just words and sometimes with fists) about Angel not letting Spike out
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