My dreams were filled with images that I wanted to do anything to scrub them out of my memory. I wasn’t sure what made my heart hurt more, killing people or the idea of Spike and I fighting for years
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I was drowning in whiskey and perfectly fine with that little fact. I couldn't get those goddamn eyes out of my head. Women, why the fuck do I let them consume me? I'd ignored Lilah for years, and kept Eve from getting attached; it's Darla's fault. Angel's goddamn family, all comes back to them doesn't it
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