[ between the boost that the word woman invariably gives, and the fact that he really really means that, pride swells in buffy's expression in the form of a slow-building smile that reaches her eyes. they prickle, growing glossy, and she decides it's as good a time as any to hurl herself forward and throw her arms around jack's neck, pulling him into a hug that he'd better deal with one way or another. ]
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