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“Thank you,” Kendra said. It was Buffy’s most Willow-like shirt, with the long sleeves and the stars on the front. She bit back a smile at the juxtaposition of old friend and new. Kendra was sort of the Willow of Slayers, Buffy thought. Dedicated to doing it well. Maybe it wasn’t only Kendra who needed a new perspective on this gig. Not being the only one; she might have killed for that to be true in L.A.
Shame they could only do Pretty in Pink. Not to wish for an apocalypse, but hopefully the next visit would come soon.