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A fragment of memory:
Early December, the year Dawn was six, in Los Angeles. The Summers women are snuggled on the sofa with popcorn and hot apple cider, watching A Charlie Brown Christmas and discussing which characters they most resemble.
Mom is Frieda, for the naturally curly hair. Buffy, Dawn says, is Lucy: "crabby and bossy". Dawn, Buffy counters, is Snoopy "because you are". At least, Dawn retorts, Snoopy is happy; look at him dance.
Then Linus speaks: "And the glory of the Lord shone round about them, and they were sore afraid."
Today returns, and Buffy is, too.