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You and me, Faith,

That's sunshine and roses to me. It really is.

Giles: Most likely they'll lock her away

See, you're trying to hurt me.

It doesn't mean we can do whatever we want.

In the balance, nobody's going to cry over some random bystander

Buffy, that's enough.

And the way she talks, it's like she didn't even make a mistake.

Well, they're not going to be much of a threat in jail.

Uh, psych class. Freud and Jung. Book me.

We kind of have, um, a connection.

You're not much more than a child.

You see the dead guy in your head every day

it's only gonna make things worse for you.

I'm sorry for the extreme measures.

I'm not lookin' to hug and cry and learn and grow.

Have to disagree with you on that one.

And you're living proof of that, aren't you?

But you're not a god.

You'd dig that, wouldn't you?

They slept together.

But you'll keep trying, right?

There's still the business

So, what, you think there's some big conspiracy?

I just don't see Faith opening up to you.

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