Dec 20, 2008 10:26
Spike was waiting outside his crypt, one hand in the pocket of his jacket and the other flipping the lid of his lighter opened and closed. A cigarette dangled from his lips, but he wasn't really concentrated on it. He was waiting. He'd had a couple different offers from that community he couldn't stop browsing, and maybe someone should show up
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When she saw the familiar face she waved, a music player in her hand and headphones in her ears. "Stranger!"
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