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last line - He didn't like it
He didn't like it. But he'd noticed that what he wanted or didn't, didn't seem to matter much since he came to Sunnydale.
He'd envisioned guiding an eager Slayer, teaching, counseling, correcting.
Instead, it was like trying to keep a bunch of kittens in an open box. He'd never read an account of a Slayer who had "helpers".
Maybe it was the near disaster of last night's patrol, which Xander recounted in lurid detail, and huge enjoyment, that put him in such a bad mood. Worrying about so many young people was exhausting.
Perhaps a cup of tea would help.
lycomingstlast line - He didn't like it
He didn't like it. But he'd noticed that what he wanted or didn't, didn't seem to matter much since he came to Sunnydale.
He'd envisioned guiding an eager Slayer, teaching, counseling, correcting.
Instead, it was like trying to keep a bunch of kittens in an open box. He'd never read an account of a Slayer who had "helpers".
Maybe it was the near disaster of last night's patrol, which Xander recounted in lurid detail, and huge enjoyment, that put him in such a bad mood. Worrying about so many young people was exhausting.
Perhaps a cup of tea would help.
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