[Now she's giving him a face of her own. But it's just as good natured.] Yeah, well. Rough life. Adds to the crows feet, you know. I may look like an octigenerian when I reach forty. [Not that she really thinks she'll live that long. But she's the good sense not to say so to Will. Slayers didn't have a long self-life and she was already well past her sell-by date...]
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