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Part One B
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"Then we should got to the Library, right?"
"No!" He said, accidentally surprising her.
"Nobody else knows but Xander."
"Why not, Angel, why can't I see Xander?" He suddenly turned to face her.
"What?"
"I asked why I couldn't go and see Xander."
"He is." Angel sighed. Then, changing the subject: "It's starting already."
"Yes."
"This is just the beginning.
"WHAT? What are you talking about?"
"O.K…."
"I can't tell you the Prophecy, not just yet. If you know too soon, then the hellmouth will revoke you. I am not acting strange." She gasped. She had heard and seen references to "The Beginning" in her dreams. Only then it was referred to as "The beginning of the End"
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"WHO ARE YOU!" Xander screamed.
"AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HEAD!?!"
< I am The Reader. >
"What do you want with me?! Why am I going crazy?"
"Why are you forcing me to scream the stupid Prophecy all the time?"
The doctor stood outside the room and was wondering whom the strange boy was talking to. The doctor took one more glance, set down his clipboard and walked down the hall passing at least five rooms containing patients with similar symptoms.
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She then began one of her rare but hazardous tantrums. “You waltz yourself into MY bedroom at 1:30 in the morning and expect me to just leave town on your command? I DO NOT THINK SO!” She stopped suddenly when she realized that she was going to wake up the entire neighborhood. She continued in a stern and interrogative whisper, "You give me almost no information at all, talk about a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, and put on your little "Worried" face and you have the nerve to tell me to Leave Town?” Her tantrum finally ended with a decisive squeak in her voice as she tried to contain her anger.
He noted to himself she finally was beginning to calm down. < I don't want to hurt you. I'm only trying to help. > He was trying to keep his voice convincing and understanding.
"Months?!" She squeaked.
She began packing. After about twenty minutes, she was finished.
With that, Angel and Willow climbed into the limo, as it drove off into the distance.
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