In The Bookstore (Dawn) PG

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She took a different approach.

Every city visited, she’d find the resale shop,
the thrift store and feel. As if every
Sunnydale thing was marked and only
she could sense it.

In Detroit, of all places, she found her mother's
worn copy of Paradise Lost. Creased
binding opened to a warped Polaroid of Spike, standing
somewhere dim, shirtless and smiling.

Her eyes burned, what a dusty place, this bookstore.