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... Dawn Summers opened her eyes and rolled over to look at the purple bubble clock beside her. ... Dawn thought to herself, Ever since mom died shes never had any time for me. ...
Before Dawn could leave a message she heard a noise behind her. ...
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Dawn backed away slowly down the corridor, as she knew that Andrew was capable of real harm if he wanted to be. ...
Dawn was warming to the idea of listening to what he was worried about. ...
He looked down at her sheepishly and Dawn had to dig him hard in the ribs with her finger before he continued. ... Dawn asked finally after a painfully long and puzzling silence. ... ’ Dawn made a face at him, ‘Will you just get on with it. ... Dawn just looked confused, ‘But it didn’t take us…. ...
Dawn stopped abruptly and began to think how they could get her sister and everyone else back from where ever they had gone. ... Buffy and the scoobies had done this tons of times, but Dawn had never really known how they did it. ...
Andrew interrupted her thoughts by saying the one thing she already knew, ‘We need to find out about this demon, what it is, how we’re gonna get all the people back…’
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Working with Andrew would have been strange under normal circumstances but now, without Buffy or any of the others, Dawn found it very difficult to accept what was going on. ... Also, Dawn hadn’t really been given a full explanation of what Andrew knew, but she didn’t think he really understood what he knew so that was all right, she supposed. ... ’ from over the other side of the room and Dawn looked up to see Andrew brandishing a book, open at a page that had a picture of a hare or rabbit on it. ...
Looking over to where Andrew was Dawn looked, just for a moment, confused, regained herself and asked, ‘What have you got?’
He didn’t say anything for a second as his eyes flicked downwards toward the book again, then, assuming a Giles-like pose, book balanced in one hand in front of him, a finger tracing down the words he began to speak, ‘This demon’s called fenek iswed’ He pronounced it Fee-Neck-Is-Weed, though he was probably wrong, Dawn thought.
Approximate Word count = 2015
Approximate Pages = 8.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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