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We should have been dead hundreds of years ago,

You think it's anywhere close to what I feel?

No, no, no. We totally understand.

I don't think I should.

Just one question.

- What kind of syrup on your pancakes? - Syrups have kinds?

Hey, guys. What's up?

- You weren't you. - This isn't guilt.

Besides, I don't think there's another store here where I can show my face.

Yes, I am. I'm the embarrassing mom who tries too hard. When did this happen?

that isn't a cheque for the child, paper cuts.

There's puppy mills, and keeping them in cages, and people poking at 'em all day.

I've tried to make it clear to you, but you won't see it.

You're lesbians, so the hating of men will come in handy. Let's talk about Xander.

Like Mount Everest.

No, no. I mean, you know, if I were, like, more self-aware.

Right then. Got something that'll dull the ache a bit?

You left me, Xander, at the altar. I don't owe you anything.

Oh, my God. Spike hates Xander.

Why don't I come patrolling with you?

- How are you? - Ducky. You?

I love her and, God, I miss her so much.

Shut it down. Shut it all down.

I never felt anything like it.

I'll show you mine.

You think I could do that?

It was under her wig?

It must have been torture.

I did everything for that man. Was it ever enough?

I think I've got something.

It's no wonder they couldn't deal with the likes of you and me, love.

That's why I'm here. I need something. A numbing spell, maybe.

I mean, sure, he don't look like much,

Buffy, Xander's gone. He took your axe.

- But can you get us a location? - Well, hey, I'm still me. Just one...

Xander, no. Stop it. Stop it.

Dawn, I work very hard to keep you away from that stuff.

I know it must hurt