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Willow Rosenburg
Diary :
I miss Tara. I can't stop myself from thinking of her. Warren hurt me so much that day. If I hadn't already killed him, I'd kill him. God I hate him...
Diary :
Kennedy. I'd forgotten how to love until Kennedy. I'm so happy. Well, not really, because there's the whole First Evil threat thing. But I'm as happy as I can be at a time like this...
Diary :
Spike. I can't believe him. He sacrificed himself for Sunnydale. In a way, I think he saved us all. Though I may not like him, I thank God he was there when we needed him. I actually miss him...
Diary :
Last day in California. Last day in the U.S.A. Kennedy and I are going to Paris. Buffy split for England yesterday. Xander's living in Sacramento. Anya moved to Wisconsin. The Hopefuls scattered to the wind. Giles went back to his home in England to help Buffy. Dawn is leaving for L.A. as soon as she gets her stuff together out of the rubble. I can't believe the Scooby Gang isn't together anymore...
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Dawn was startled awake by a knock at the door at six in the morning. She wasn't entirely awake when she opened the door, her eyes watery from staring into the light of the morning sun. "You woke me up." she stated, a little irritated. The person at the door shifted their weight. "Obviously, Dawn. Besides, if I've taught you anything it's to be up early, expect anything, and avoid stating the painfully obvious, all three of which you've just undermined." the person said. Dawn rubbed her eyes and looked up at the person, squinting her eyes to see and silently cursing herself for buying an eastward facing house. "Willow? Ugh, come inside, the sun is blinding me. Be careful though, Spike's crashing on the couch." she said. As Willow stepped into the house, Spike muttered, "Correction: was crashing. People are so loud when others are trying to catch some shut- eye." Dawn half-smiled at him. "Shut up, Spike." she said quietly. Willow looked around, interested in Dawn's new home. "This place is huge, Dawn." Dawn nodded, looking behind stuff in the refrigerator. "Yeah, six bedrooms, three stories, lots of nooks and crannies to hide stuff in, three bedrooms, one on each floor. I got it for less money than you'd expect because it was the scene of a gruesome murder and the master bedroom used to be haunted. Note the phrase used to be. I helped the people on in less than three hours. AHA!" Dawn said, emerging from the depths of the fridge with a bottle of orange juice. Willow sat down in an armchair in the living room and said, "So...this is where you live..."
Willow Rosenburg
Diary :
I miss Tara. I can't stop myself from thinking of her. Warren hurt me so much that day. If I hadn't already killed him, I'd kill him. God I hate him...
Diary :
Kennedy. I'd forgotten how to love until Kennedy. I'm so happy. Well, not really, because there's the whole First Evil threat thing. But I'm as happy as I can be at a time like this...
Diary :
Spike. I can't believe him. He sacrificed himself for Sunnydale. In a way, I think he saved us all. Though I may not like him, I thank God he was there when we needed him. I actually miss him...
Diary :
Last day in California. Last day in the U.S.A. Kennedy and I are going to Paris. Buffy split for England yesterday. Xander's living in Sacramento. Anya moved to Wisconsin. The Hopefuls scattered to the wind. Giles went back to his home in England to help Buffy. Dawn is leaving for L.A. as soon as she gets her stuff together out of the rubble. I can't believe the Scooby Gang isn't together anymore...
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Dawn was startled awake by a knock at the door at six in the morning. She wasn't entirely awake when she opened the door, her eyes watery from staring into the light of the morning sun. "You woke me up." she stated, a little irritated. The person at the door shifted their weight. "Obviously, Dawn. Besides, if I've taught you anything it's to be up early, expect anything, and avoid stating the painfully obvious, all three of which you've just undermined." the person said. Dawn rubbed her eyes and looked up at the person, squinting her eyes to see and silently cursing herself for buying an eastward facing house. "Willow? Ugh, come inside, the sun is blinding me. Be careful though, Spike's crashing on the couch." she said. As Willow stepped into the house, Spike muttered, "Correction: was crashing. People are so loud when others are trying to catch some shut- eye." Dawn half-smiled at him. "Shut up, Spike." she said quietly. Willow looked around, interested in Dawn's new home. "This place is huge, Dawn." Dawn nodded, looking behind stuff in the refrigerator. "Yeah, six bedrooms, three stories, lots of nooks and crannies to hide stuff in, three bedrooms, one on each floor. I got it for less money than you'd expect because it was the scene of a gruesome murder and the master bedroom used to be haunted. Note the phrase used to be. I helped the people on in less than three hours. AHA!" Dawn said, emerging from the depths of the fridge with a bottle of orange juice. Willow sat down in an armchair in the living room and said, "So...this is where you live..."