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[Faith leans against a wall, breathing heavily. The place has a few holes in it, some of them actually put there by her. Some of them possibly not real. She doesn't even know anymore.]
This place is starting to give me the creeps. Any of you dogs still among the livings?
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[Friend Filter - a little later: namely Steph, Dracula, Wanda, Angel, and Buffy
Her face is covered in blood; there's a knife in her hands. She's not entirely sure how it got there.]
Take me out. Now.
Shit.
This place is starting to give me the creeps. Any of you dogs still among the livings?
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[Friend Filter - a little later: namely Steph, Dracula, Wanda, Angel, and Buffy
Her face is covered in blood; there's a knife in her hands. She's not entirely sure how it got there.]
Take me out. Now.
Shit.
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