Mr. Posty, that's me. Not really, everything has been...well everything. Everyone won't stop worrying about me and it's starting to get to me. Everything is really a mess. Buffy left...for good I think and now we have Faith to listen to. Not one of my favorite things to do but considering there isn't much of a choice, I guess I'll deal.
Dawn and Will have been the most concerened. Dawn's been attached by our hips, I swear, she hasn't left my side. Willow...Willow is being her normal self. Trying to make jokes right along with me but then she gets teary-eyed and she looks so....so sad.
Anya won't say two words to me. It's always "Move Harris!" in the morning when she is storming by me to go down to the kitchen. She hasn't really looked at me like everyone else has....god I mean she hasn't even looked at me at all. I try to look at her but ya know the whole 'one-eye' thing prevents that a little. We don't talk like we used to.
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