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Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers. I'm a rogue demon hunter now. You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you? What gives you the right to suck face with your demon lover again? Buffy's boinking Spike.
I brought you some supper but if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped: sin and hellfire, one has lepers. Once again I teeter at the precipice of the generational gap. All monkeys are French. You didn't know that? Someone else's loss is my chocolatey goodness. The only thing Willow was ever good for, the only thing I ever had going for me were those moments, just moments, where Tara would look at me and I was wonderful. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. No, Angel, it's not you. Men watch the action movie, they eat of the beef, and enjoy to look at the bosoms.
I am obsolete. This must be what old people feel like, and Blockbuster. Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British? So, she's added cussing and hurling about of things to her repertoire. Xander, that's not the North Star, it's an airplane. Stay with me. Forever. That's the whole point.
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