The portal must be closedbefore half the demons in the Buffyverse swarm our world, and I have tosave Dawn. She's my responsibility, whether we have an...impendingapocalypse or not." Are you serious?" Jake shouted. "How can you be sure that tunnel leads tothe Buffy universe? What if you end up in a black hole somewhere inanother galaxy? And even if you do arrive where you're supposed to, whatthen? Are you prepared to take on and kill magical monsters for a living?" I have to try," I said. "I've. I got on mytrain, and it took everything I had to keep the books in the bag. I wasdying to start reading, to explore this world, to see what other peoplehad to say about girlish boys and their mothers. Mothers who knew about,and encouraged their sons!I tore through those books, reading them every chance I had. Each onewas a gem, an entrance into a magic world. I must have read each book adozen times. Some, like My Son the Bridesmaid, I read so many times thatI probably had it memorized. . We knew the rest of the story. Her name was Vivian Waters and the man was John French. Well, things were kind of crowded, but we had to make room for them.We discussed the problem for a few minutes and Hank suggested that we stop at the next marina and construct a small barge that one of the houseboats could tow. Vivian and John could live on the barge until we could find a houseboat for them. None of us could come up with a better idea, so that was what we decided to do. Our houseboat had by. She repositioned herself in the chair to get more comfortable. If the words put her asleep, she would at least want to be more comfortable now. …quite delicious. Yet there is a third thing that happens that isn’t as transparent as the flavor and the pleasure of the chocolate. It is the experience of chocolate that is filed away in the deep recesses of your mind. It is the memory that you will use to crave for chocolate from time to time. It is the reason you are here now sitting listening to.
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