input: TEXT: Buffy is napping in Angel's bed. Angel is watching her sleep. He smiles at her as she wakes. Buffy: (smiles) What? Do I have funny bed hair or something? Angel: Or something? Buffy: I guess we got a little carried away with the whole post-slayage nap thing. (feels her hair) Ohhh, not good. (sits up) Angel: Where you going? Buffy: To go kill a cat on my head. Angel: No mirrors. Buffy: You know, this place really isn't girl-friendly. No mirrors, no natural light. Angel: I think you look perfect. Buffy: Oh yeah, I really like... Okay! (lays down) Maybe we should think about getting a few mirrors. And maybe a drawer, you know, for some of my stuff. Because that's what couples do, they have drawers. Angel: Mmmm, that's right. Buffy: You know, I-I figure, that way sometimes I could spend the night. Like, after the prom, it would be nice to be able to just come back here and spend some time together. Angel: The prom? Buffy: End of high school rite of passage thingy. Think cotillion with spiked punch and electric slide. Angel: Right. Buffy: Oh, don't worry, it's at night. And lots of girls have older girlfriends. You'll blend. Angel: I think maybe you should go, hunh? Buffy: Noo.. must be a few more hours before sunrise. Buffy gets up and walks to the window. When she pulls back the blackout curtain, it lets in a blast of sunlight directly onto the bed. With an exclamation, Angel rolls out of bed away from the light, apparently unharmed. Buffy pulls the curtains closed suddenly. Buffy: Ooh, sorry. I guess it's later than we thought. Angel has a worried look. Opening credits. [SCENE_BREAK] Daylight outside Sunnydale High. Xander is walking slowly when Anyanka intercepts him and walks beside him. Anya: Xander! Xander: Well, hey, it's
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output: <extra_id_0> Angel decides to do the right thing and break up with Buffy. Meanwhile, Buffy has to save the prom from Hellhounds with a fetish for formal wear. Angel shows up for the last dance.<extra_id_1>