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[__visiongal]

Continued from hereOh, I'd missed shopping. Don't get me wrong, I'd missed a whole bunch of other stuff while I'd been in that coma, presumably, but shopping? Was way up there on my list. I hadn't done much shopping before my birthday, which had been a surprise to me. We'd been stretched pretty thin what with the arrival of Angel's son, so the

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[mr_angel]

I watched Cordelia get excited over a pair of jeans and fuck if it didn't feel good. Really good. I needed to watch myself though. Could she tell what I was thinking with the way I looked at her? The looks that probably said more than I wanted them to. She'd already been asking questions in the elevator and I'd barely gotten out of telling her everything that I'd left out back at the hospital. Wouldn't it be easier on both of us if we just stayed the way she remembered? Life was complicated, but it was different. We still were a family. We weren't going against one another

[__visiongal]

Judging by the way the girl smiled at us in Prada? Angel and I had just satisfied her sales quota for the month and then some. Only people with money shopped in Prada and before today? I'd been very much without money

[mr_angel]

I smiled at her a little once we finished up at the counter and we'd collected all of the bags. Times had changed just a little since the last time I'd seen her and even more since the last thing she remembered. I wasn't exactly on board with spending money like this back then. Wolfram and Hart was at least good for something