The Xander Gander: September 1st, 1999
by slayerfest
I walk in the door and my lovely parents direct me to the basement, where all my stuff has been moved. I also get to pay rent for it. And pay for my food. I don’t have much left over from Oxnard, so I guess I have to get employed soon.
But first to relax in the lack of privacy of my own basement for a few days. Then I’ll find Buffy and demonstrate how buff I am. In a strictly clothed capacity, I mean.
That sounded bad. I meant that I certainly wouldn’t be…

I think I’ll just quit while I’m ahead.

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