While the rest of the gang was out and killing and rescuing, etc., I was here. In our dusty, musty, my-parents-would-disown-me-if-they-knew-I-'worked'-in-a-place-like-this-office. There was one desk, the single computer from what, the Stone Age? Not that I actually wanted to be out kicking demon ass. I thought Sunnydale was bad; but hey, at least
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