His heart was beating too quickly, and Wesley was beginning to think that perhaps Spike had been right -- maybe he should have tried to get more information before taking back what had been stolen from him. Grateful for the wall at his back, he slid down onto the floor, trembling. "I'm all right," he said again, hoping to convince himself. "This is just..."
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Date: 2004-01-12 02:26 am (UTC)