Sunnydale, November 2002

November 12th, 2002, evening

Patrolling a cemetery by himself would be stupid, and Xander might be dumb sometimes, but he wasn't stupid. That's why he wasn't patrolling a cemetery by himself. He was just hanging around. In a cemetery. By himself.

( Okay, not really. )

November 13th, 2002, very early morning

They sat in the wreck of the Summers living room and ( went around the circle )

November 21st, 2002

( On reflection, Xander decided a week later... )

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[IC non, OOC oui. La belle saltandammo {pause for gender confusion}, beaucoup merci.]