He likes the feel of her head against his shoulder. He slips his arm more securely around her.
"They're not secrets, exactly - I mean, not like, deep dark confessions or whatever. Just . . . Sunnydale stuff. Stuff that had to get hidden because people wouldn't believe it."
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"They're not secrets, exactly - I mean, not like, deep dark confessions or whatever. Just . . . Sunnydale stuff. Stuff that had to get hidden because people wouldn't believe it."