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DirectionAnya had quickly learned that asking Andrew how he got hold of footage didn't work. Threatening him just resulted in tears and dealing with a snivelling Andrew was not a situation she was comfortable with.

"Slow it down a little." She grinned as Andrew tapped away at the keyboard. "Take the music down a little at the end and bring up the audio. That's it. Perfect."

Andrew played the video back with a flourish. It was his new masterpiece — Xander pleasuring himself — but it had taken all of his skill to edit out the cry of Buffy in the finalé.

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open_on_sundaychallenge #114: memory
Tags: andrew wells, anya jenkins, fan fiction, fiction, xander harris
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