Ben/Buffy.
Maybe you should wait to talk about my bras until you're you-sized again? Kind of feels like the time I was hit on by a dummy.
I never understood that. Most hair dye doesn't even hurt. Then again, I could understand the bleaching not being kosher. It kind of burns.
They might have, if they weren't all killed by the very hell-God they were trying to protect the key from. That's kinda why they sent her to me. Like I could do anything but
Maybe nothing new, but it doesn't make your pain any less painful. Gee, could I be anymore obvious? And yeah, Dawn's alive and happy somewhere, at least. Or giant-sized and really pissed off, but hey, alive. Tara, on the other hand. Stray bullet. One hit me. One hit her. She died instantly, I went to the hospital. Best friend went grief stricken and dark. That was the year of suck, by the way. I spent the whole year wishing I was dead again.