"She still knew him, but it didn't sound like they were friends, exactly." Xander leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, resting his glass on his knee. "You really okay with him now? I can't exactly throw couches at the guy, but...maybe an ottoman?"
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Date: 2007-02-13 06:46 am (UTC)