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I would kill for a burger.

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God, I know. I'm starving.

Huh. Little sister's all grown up. B know you're out?

B? Hopefully not, that bitch will probably try to get me sent to a federal prison next.

...

I think I missed something here, but whatever.

I know how you feel. Why did you call me little sister?

Mostly 'cos that's what I usually call you.

...We've never met before.

Right. Okay, sure.

You really think you know me?

Unless you got some kind of freaky, Watcher wannabe twin out there, yeah I do.

Watching what? Who are you?

Slayers. You feeling all right?

I could ask you the same thing, lady.

Gonna go out on the crazy limb here and guess you're not Dawn.

I'm Georgina.

That would explain things. Make 'em more confusing too, but whatever.

Well you threw me off when you mentioned B. The one that I know is probably far worse than yours.

Yours blond and self-righteous, too?

Brunette and self-righteous. Thinks she has a right to butt into everyone's business.

Sounds a lot like mine.

Huh. Yours ever get you locked up?

In a way, yeah. For three years. Yours?

Same. She got me sent to boot camp. It hasn't been three years, though.

Boot camp? Try prison.

Whoa, ok, you win.

For once.

Do you lose usually?

Not gonna pretend it's not a theme.

If only Cleveland were more of a 24 hour town...

Dude, Cleveland?

Yeah, I know. But hey, it's a better gig than jail.

Three square, a roof, and a movie. Didn't completely suck.

No, but I could never stand being in one place for too long. Helping train the newbies is a decent situation for the time being. Where're you at these days?

Sunnydale. And I guess we win, then? Sweet.

It was a close call. But yeah, we did.

Like it's ever not. And they put me in charge of the baby slayers, or something? Fuck. The times, they are a changin', I guess.

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