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So hey, this is fun. Nothin' takes your mind off bein' a demented June Cleaver clone for a few weeks like suddenly havin' to train potential slayers. I had fuckin' pearls. And aprons in every color. What the fuck was wrong with my brain?
I've been workin' out more than I have for months with the girls, both in the exercise room in the basement and out on patrol. It's good; reminds me what I'm here for. Maybe they'll come out of it havin' what I lacked when I was first called. Discipline. A sense of duty. I was just in it for me, and it took killin' an innocent guy for me to start figurin' out that it wasn't all about me. I'd like to give these girls a better footin' than I started out with.
Starvin'. Long patrols take a lot outta me. Wonder if there's any chili left...?
Damn. It's all gone already.
I've been workin' out more than I have for months with the girls, both in the exercise room in the basement and out on patrol. It's good; reminds me what I'm here for. Maybe they'll come out of it havin' what I lacked when I was first called. Discipline. A sense of duty. I was just in it for me, and it took killin' an innocent guy for me to start figurin' out that it wasn't all about me. I'd like to give these girls a better footin' than I started out with.
Starvin'. Long patrols take a lot outta me. Wonder if there's any chili left...?
Damn. It's all gone already.