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“Oh, Giles, you must be so disappointed in me. How could this happen? I’ve never forgotten anything so important before.”
He was befuddled, watching Willow flop into a chair, her head on her arms. “It’s not the end of the world,” he tried to comfort. “People deal with this every day.”
“But I’ve never been late before. I’m only eighteen, Giles. What does this mean for my future? Will I still be able to help Buffy? How can you still rely on me and trust me?”
“Willow,” he sighed. “All I said was, you had a library book due yesterday.”