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 | | Beside her, Tara was chanting beneath her breath and zapping the painted-face creepies with small firebolts, while Anya had grabbed a squeaky horn and was honking it loudly into whatever ears she could find, startling them for Xander, who tossed clowns in an amazingly impressive way, face set in a determined expression. |
 | | Tara's energies were a sympathetic mirror, mingling and resonating with hers as they never had before, not even in lovemaking, coursing through their joined bodies and making them--her--stronger, her darkness lighter. |
 | | Tara sat next to them, her hands clasped together, while Willow perched on the couch's arm; it was obvious at a glance that each woman was carefully not touching the other, though the space between them didn't look fraught with tension. |
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