Xander opened the door with a newspaper in one hand and a bag of doughnuts in the other. When he saw Isabel sitting there crying, he dropped both on his bed and walked over to hers. There was a note in his dresser drawer that he really didn't want to deliver, and Xander didn't like the scooping sensation in his stomach at the thought that he might have to, either.
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Date: 2006-03-10 07:32 pm (UTC)"What happened?"