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Fred makes her way to the car, and using the address Cordy had texted her with, she begins combing her way through Boston once more. A small bag of clothes and toiletries sits in the passanger seat, though it really isn't much, and the tags are still on all of the clothing. She really hasn't had time to get all that much for herself. Fred considers stopping on the way, and getting something she knows Cordy would like to actually wear, but decides against it. Getting there faster seems a much better idea. Besides, she still needs some more clothes herself.

Maybe a shopping trip isn't such a bad idea?


((Open to Cordy and Kara, if she's there. Anyone else at the house too *lol*))

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No one seems to be around when the doorbell rings, so Cordelia bounces downstairs and answers it, still too shaken up from the crazy weekend to care that she looks like hell warmed over. Her hair's up in a messy ponytail and she's waering an old dark blue pair of too-big sweats, but at least she's clean and comfortable. And not in Vegas anymore.

When she sees Fred standing on the front porch, she grins and throws her arms around her. "You're here! I'm so glad."