When my husband first told me, I couldn't actually process it for a second, like my brain skipped like the needle on a scratched record. It feels unreal. I mean, I hadn't given Nicholas Brendon much thought in years, beyond the occasional (usually unfavorable) news item, but that *Xander* is dead? That's just not possible. Man, what is time, anyway? And how do we just go back in it, so we can wallow in what were, relatively speaking, simpler days??? Ugh.
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sylvanwitch
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Date: Saturday, 21 March 2026 04:19 pm (UTC)