[ dolly. buffy had picked through the wreck of that warehouse -- dolls with cracked porcelain and singed dresses. and hints here and there in things that spike or angel would say.
the disjointed messages. suddenly, it became a whole lot easier to imagine a voice attached to these ramblings.
but could she be sure? perhaps she should play it safe just a little longer... ]
Yeah. Don't do patience, either. You know there are two of us here, right?
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the disjointed messages. suddenly, it became a whole lot easier to imagine a voice attached to these ramblings.
but could she be sure? perhaps she should play it safe just a little longer... ]
Yeah. Don't do patience, either. You know there are two of us here, right?