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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Oct 4, 2008 19:28:25 GMT -5
The demon in her was a-c-h-i-n-g for a cig-ar-ette...! It waited patiently on the front steps of Spike! As- much- as she hated it, going there, there was no POINT! She- HAD... TO...
"You're right, there was no P-O-I-N-T!"
She knocked con-stant-ly...
He came to the door dressed only in his black jeans! His hair was gelled back neatly and he was braced on the door frame, smoking his cig-ar-ette...!
"Baby, what-are-you doing here...?!?"
Buffy: To bum a cigarETTE... from YOU!
The blonde man hands her O-N-E...!
"Buffy, you can't just keep coming HERE!"
Buffy: Look, that's-NOT-the O-N-LY... thing... we- need-to disCUSS...! She morphed into her game-face! "LOOK-AT- ME!"
"Do. you. see me NOW...!?!..."
She was a c-hanged PER...son!
She used to be so A-L-I-V-E!
But, as a demon, her spitfire was G-O-N-E!
She's... GONE...!
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Post by spuffycrusade83 on Oct 4, 2008 20:02:26 GMT -5
BOOK: HOW TO CRE-ATE THE PER-FECT MON...STER?!?
GONE...!
She. was. GONE!
That's how she felt. Lonely and C-R-A-ZY...!
Kind of I-SOL-AT-ED a-GAIN...!
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