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Xander's store was no longer as dusty as it had been, but he was paying little mind to it at the moment. He was gently pulling Sam along with him up the stairs to the small apartment over the furniture and woodwork shop. The rooms were slightly neat, if clearly lived in. It would never make the cover of a home design magazine, especially not with how clashing some of the colors and fabrics on the couch and pillows were.

However the single focus was on the entryway to the bedroom. The bedroom resembled a typical guy's bachelor pad. A few dirty laundry on the floor, some borrowed porn from the media library. An empty cup that once been filled with a liquid at one point, but had since formed a crusty surface at the bottom.

Xander meanwhile immediately moved to help Sam out of his clothes once inside the room.
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It wasn't that hard to get a pair of grubby looking mirrors and some candles from the store he and Will found on their munchie run. He went to his room in the bunker, and set up the mirrors with the candle in the middle.

He then folded his hands and faced it. "Ok, how should I do this? Um, Ommm? O Great Mort hear my prayer? Uh Paging Mirror God guy?" He even tried some words in Hebrew for good measure.


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Xander Harris

March 2011

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