I ran down the stairs, about two at a time when I could without falling, trying to find someone to tell the news to. And... ok, no Mr. Giles, no Buffy, and it looked like Mr. Wesley was all busy still researching.
Crap.
"Omigod, Safi!" God, when was the last time we'd actually talked? Like, talked talked? I ran up to her and hugged her tightly,
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