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Finally when I got up those hours and hours later, I felt a little better. The headache was gone and I didn't have that taste in my mouth. I still needed a shower, but more so, I needed something to drink, like now. Getting out of bed, I searched around the place for my shoes, but then figured that it didn't matter that much. Socks would be fine. I headed out of my room and passed the few doors that it took to get to the stairs. I almost wanted to talk to Cordelia again. Almost

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This was depressing, and I was starting to regret my choice to come here with Fred. All I could do was stand around being useless. Hell, I was half tempted to go down the stairs and feel around for the potted plant I'd hidden a bottle of scotch so long ago. If I wasn't afraid to tumble down the stairs, I'd do it.

There were some sounds coming from behind me. My eyes ticked to the side without seeing as the doors slide open and closed. The smell of lilacs filled my nose as well as a soft fall of foots. To soft to be Cordelia, to quiet to be one of the guys, and it definitely wasn't Fred. So I wasn't that surprised when Buffy spoke up.

I did however startle slightly when her voice came from so close by. I'd not anticipated that. It would seem I still have a lot to learn when it comes to being blind. "Errr...Hello, Buffy," I said quietly. I turned into the direction of the voice but held onto the railing. "Uhm....how are you holding up?"

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I frowned at her tone of voice. Now that I couldn't see the people's bodies as they talked, didn't see their movements, the silent signals, it was hard to read behind the words. I used to be so very good at that. The term 'watcher' wasn't just a title in my case. I watched others; I saw things in the way the moved which they tried to hide behind words. But not anymore

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She was going to write them all down? Really? I'd not expected that, I hope she's capable of actually reading some of those titles. As far as I know not all of them are in English. Not as though I'd really know, I've no idea which books are left. Or where the others ones have gone to

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Panic was starting to get ahold of me. I could tell from the way my breathing was starting to come in shallow pants and my head was feeling lightheaded. Had I still be able to see, the world would've probably been spinning. Had I still been able to see, I'd not have been in this position in the first place

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And if that wasn’t the shortest conversation we’ve had, I don’t know what is. I’m trying here, but when it comes to small talk? I’m probably worse then Angel. At least when it’s to people I know. When it comes to clients, I’m perfectly capable of doing the small talk thing, comforting them, taking in their posture and body langue to see if they’re….. Damn, I can’t even do that anymore can I

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The thought of staying here and get even more depressed did sound oddly appealing. At lest then I’d be ready when Fred would come down and she could drag me back home. Our home now. We really aught to look for a bigger place. Errrr….find, find ourselves a bigger place. I intent to really make a go of our relationship. Even was going to buy her a ring and all that sentimental crap