Oz stretched his legs to the end of the couch and yawned himself awake. Another day in Casa de Tucker/Warren. Just another day of reading, pondering the meaning of life and watching bad tv. He ran his hand through his spiky hair and grimaced at the tangles. And shower. Today was a good day for that too
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And poor Cordy: even in death, she's being haunted by that awful wedding picture. HAHA!
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Wow, I'm rambling. Anyway I'm flying into Boston tonight. Missed my first flight, but my second lands around ten local, and I'll be at the Nine Zero there in Boston. Give me a call. We should meet up, and see what sort of help we can offer Orlando. Which I still think is odd to say. But yeah, just... just let me know."
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Oz hit the green button that meant call on his phone and waited to see if Xander would pick up. No dice.
"Hey, Oz here. Got your message. I, and the van, are prepped to assist." He wanted to say more, like he knew about Cordy's death, but he wasn't sure he wanted to say it out loud yet.
Oz dropped the phone in his pocket. He didn't want to miss Xander again.
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