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aimeelicious “Thought you said you could fix it.” Spike leaned over to watch Angel’s back half wiggle on the floor before him.
A loud curse echoed from under the sink as Angel backed out, wrench in hand. A black streak of slime ran from one eyebrow to his chin. “I can’t work with you hanging over me like this!”
Spike threw up both hands as he took a step back. “Hey! I was all for calling a plumber.” He flipped a cigarette into his mouth but left it unlit. “You’d think someone around long as you could unclog a drain.”
“Spike!!!!”