[she doesn't want to go into town. What she wants is to wake up. Or maybe go screaming in the opposite direction, just to be as far from Buffy and wings and sundresses as she possibly can be. But, instead, she swallows hard, gingerly picks up the journal, and reluctantly begins walking.
...Heaven help anyone who startles her right now. She'd probably give them a concussion before she could help herself]
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[she doesn't want to go into town. What she wants is to wake up. Or maybe go screaming in the opposite direction, just to be as far from Buffy and wings and sundresses as she possibly can be. But, instead, she swallows hard, gingerly picks up the journal, and reluctantly begins walking.
...Heaven help anyone who startles her right now. She'd probably give them a concussion before she could help herself]