April 13th, 2004



MilkshakesTara met Dawn after school as she did a little grocery shopping — Weet-a-bix, milk and blood for Spike — and picked up her laundry. After getting the chores out of the way, they ended up at the café drinking enormous milkshakes.

"So, you and Spike are doing fine?"

Dawn prodded her shake with the straw, scraping bubbles off the side of the glass. "He's still a bit down, but we're getting there."

Tara could see that Dawn was happy and she was doing well at school, but she was still worried at living with Spike. "You'll be moving back home soon then?"

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