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Five years ago, I woke up to news of the attack. Numb, I called everyone I knew, and then, still numb, when it was my normal time, I drove to work at Buffy. I thought we’d probably be sent home, but I wanted to see my friends anyway.
There was a television in David Fury’s office, and some of us collected in there to watch as the coverage continued. Soon, Joss was in the doorway. We all talked quietly, and then he sent us home.
To get from the Buffy offices in Santa Monica to the apartment (...)