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It was always on display on her mother's vanity table. Golden and beautiful, it had stolen her breath ever since she could remember. At first she could only look at it. It's too important, she was told. Cordelia didn't mind; looking was enough.
She asked what it was, once. "It's a symbol," her mother told her seriously, "Of how good I was." Cordelia was the proudest daughter ever.
She snuck into the room shortly after she learned her ABCs. The small plaque said that it was a second prize in a modeling contest. Second. Cordelia had never been so disappointed.
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Xander was looking a Buffy. Again. Willow was looking at Xander. Again.
Cordelia sighed. "I should get an award, or something. Most Patient Girlfriend, Ever," she confided to her drink.
Angel appeared from nowhere and after their customary kiss, Buffy left with him. Oz's band had a recess and he was keeping Willow busy, even if the redhead kept stealing glances at her boyfriend. If Cordelia didn't know what a wuss Willow was, she'd worry. Xander pouted after Buffy.
"You'd be Blindest Guy," she told him seriously.
Xander frowned, confused. "No more caffeine for you, Cordy. And, love you too."
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"Doyle, don't!"
"Come on, 'Delia. It was an emergency, Angel and I needed the extra hand. I could not tell Romeo the truth, could I?"
"You didn't have to pretend to be my baby-sitter, you big lying moron. Do you know how many guys want to play Daddy? None!"
"You weren't having a good time, anyway."
"That's not the point."
"I saved you from a bore, admit it."
"You... you... argh!"
"And the award for Miss Congeniality goes to..."
A stapler flying an inch past his nose made Doyle rethink his tactic. "You're beautiful when you're angry, princess." Well, somewhat.