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It's been too few days since Tara left the Summers house and she doesn't fit in this party. She's trying with the smile that has yet to make it to her eyes, but her arms are still a cross of protection Oz can see from the makeshift stage. Swaying a dream in her swirling skirt she stays through the first set and he doesn't know why.
He thinks he'll go to her at the break and offer her a ride. She'll say yes and he'll take her home, and in the quiet of their conversation neither will think of Willow.