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Dawn lay curled on the ground in the park, her frame shuddering with sobs.
Spike spots Dawn and walks over to crouch down next to her, and places his cold hand on her arm.
Dawn looks up at him, her eyes red and puffy. She rolls over to face him, tears still falling.
He pulled her close and cradled her.
He didn't need to ask what was wrong, and she didn't need to say.
She buried her face in his shirt, breathing in his scent, slowly calming down.
Spike stroked her hair.
They sat there like that for a while, neither one saying a thing.
They didn't need any words.
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