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I woke up slowly, my head thick and sore. Pale sunlight was streaming across my face and I scrunched up my eyes. Too much light right now. After a minute I dared open one eye and glanced at the clock. 10am. Last thing I knew it was about 2.30 and
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I woke up slowly, the shards of a memory type dream about my younger brother mark trying to eat my cereal floating away.
I kept my eys shut for a few minutes, remembering what had happened last night, oh dear... Tara... and with the kissing and oh dear oh dear...
I opened my eyes carefully, yay to the slayerness, no hangover, but I was craving some major carbs...
"erf" I grunted as my eyes accustomed to the light.
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"Oh, um, hi," I said, realising that a couple of the buttons on my shirt were undone and doing them up quickly. "H-how do you feel? My head is sore," I added, putting a hand to my forehead gingerly.
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I nodded at Tara, she had drunk a lot last night, ok, and I was here on her bed, the bed she shared with Willow, and much as she might think it was all over, it might not be, and yet here I was, and this was bad and bad and bad.
"Yeah, I'm ok, in fact, argh, I am supposed to be training in the cellars with one of the other slayers" Ok this wasn't quite true, but I need to get out of here, now, and let Tara alone with her thoughts, this was not the time to have an awkward conversation, she soo needed to sort her head out, and me being here would just not be helpful.
"I really better get going, I'm sorry, come see me sometime and we'll talk"
I left it open, and then headed out the door. I didn't want to make things difficult for anyone, and being drunk was not an excuse.
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