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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar again, or maybe she never left, it's hard to say. She's finished with all her notebooks, and is now busy consuming an extraordinarily unhealthy breakfast that consists of sausage, Pop Tarts, and Red Bull. Fear. Come chat with her, if you like, but mostly, fear.

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[balletrat]

I am so happy I don't have a destiny, *Meg starts to say, and then remembers that in theory her father does have some sort of destiny for her, and makes a face.*

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you should be," Faith says. "It's...not the most reassuring thing in the world."

[balletrat]

Yeah. *Meg sighs.* I know.