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[hasasoul]

[You walk on to some … yard place. There's a faint ringing noise in the background. Angel and and his favorite blonde bitch (sorry Buffy) are there, sprawled out on lawn chairs, wearing bathing suits and sunglasses. That probably wouldn't be so weird if it weren't the middle of the night. At least the moon is nice and bright.

And now Darla is rubbing ice all over Angel's chest … there sure is no better place to be than this dream.]