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“And then,” August goes on, almost breathless, “Faith kisses her on the forehead—”
From her lap, Jane breaks into a bright laugh. “You’re pulling my leg, sweetheart.”
August fiddles with her phone with one hand and shows her the YouTube clip.
“So…” Jane blinks slowly. “You’re telling me that Buffy has a type? Dark-haired and scowly and a little bit evil. Mhhhm, girl has taste.”
“There’s a whole subtext between her and Faith.” August's eyes shine. “But you know, this was the 90s—”
“That’s the far-out future for some of us.”
“You’re so not going to believe what happens next.”