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Each time the door opened the wind would blow through the skeleton causing it to dance on the strings that held it to the ceiling.

Xander kept his eyes averted and shivered as he walked by. That was the creepiest skeleton he had ever seen. “Is it just me or are the manufactures getting better at making those things look less plastic?”

“That is not plastic, Xander.”

“What?” Two voices yelled at her in unison.

“You said authentic.”

“Anya, I didn’t mean...” Giles pinched the bridge of his nose. “Who may I ask is ... Never mind. Don’t tell me.”