R. E. Giles

'What could possibly go wrong' indeed. Americans.

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Ah-choo, excuse me Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed

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Death by a thousand (paper)cuts.

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Let us play on.

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I'm afraid of Americans I'm afraid of the world I'm afraid I can't help it I'm afraid I can't I'm afraid of Americans

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@ConvivialMentor -if he has to swap those, too.

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@ConvivialMentor -some other sort of flammable aerosol?" He slips a small dagger into his boot, and makes a mental note to remove it-

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@ConvivialMentor -Scoping through the equipment, he pauses. "I suppose there's no chance that cousin of yours has a can of hairspray? Or-

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@ConvivialMentor "Cheers. I'm more worried about confusing it for water and taking a sip," he slips the bottle away into his satchel. -

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@ConvivialMentor - to the shed. With any luck they'll have this monster bagged and be back in time for a dinner of gator stew.

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Giles considers @ConvivialMentor for a moment, and then shrugs.
"I'm fairly certain that fruit stand was asking for it."

He follows Nate-

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@ConvivialMentor -tricks on me." He turns to Nate, his tone subdued, his shoulders rounded forwards. "...Thanks, for this."

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@ConvivialMentor -up than it used to." He removes his glasses and wipes them clean on his shirt. "Probably just my long memory playing-

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@ConvivialMentor -now emptied, he places it beside him in the short grass that's been freshly mowed. "I swear the sun takes longer to come-

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@ConvivialMentor -"And that's why I've returned," he finished the thought for Nate. "If only for that truly pyrrhic victory." His drink-

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@ConvivialMentor < are. Here I am... with nothing to show for it. She's still dead."

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@ConvivialMentor < between copying out illuminated manuscripts. We all like our tales of fancy. This was just another fake. And here we >

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@ConvivialMentor < chasing an impossible theory that turned out to be nothing. Probably written by some drunken monk during a break >

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@ConvivialMentor < sort of miracle answer to saving Buffy from her own sacrifice. What more can I say? I found nothing. I left for England >

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@ConvivialMentor < reading. Anything and everything I could find that I had either overlooked or never considered before, hoping for some >

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@ConvivialMentor < his drink before continuing.

"It didn't really make a difference where I did my mourning, did it? I got back to >