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"You going to the Bronze tonight?"
"No. I've got… other stuff."
"Like what?" Harmony looked confused.
Cordelia raised her eyebrows. "Are you suddenly my social secretary?"
It worked. Harmony dropped the interrogation, and started talking clothes.
For about five minutes.
"Hi, Cordelia."
Fake smile. "Hi Willow."
"Are you ready? Giles wants us to start on the…"
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"…on the, um, homework thing."
"Oh, sure. I'll be right there."
The girls looked appalled. "You're really going to hang out with them?"
God, why do you hate me?
Did she really have to give up this much to help save the world?