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protoneoromanticThere they sat in the otherwise empty library. Two Watchers. Two men. Alone together at last. Neither pleased to be so.... Awkward silence prevailed for few moments. Within a quarter of an hour, Giles dearly longed to have those moments back.( Read more... )
protoneoromanticGiles and Wesley sat reading their books in stony silence. Spending the entire day together had taken a toll on their already frosty professional relationship....“You know,” Giles ventured, “I am trying to find information on the threat the Sayers are actually facing at the moment. It might go a bit faster if you lent a hand.” ...Wesley ignored that entirely. He had already made his opinion on the subject quite clear. There was no need wasting valuable time researching the history of a dead demon and his useless amulet.
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protoneoromantic“Get in the right-hand lane, you fool!” Giles shouted. “Are you trying to get us killed or arrested!”... But it was too late. A police car pulled out of the alley and in behind them, sirens blaring and lights flashing.... “So, here we are again,” Stern crowed with cruel amusement ...
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