In Memoriam
“Were you just going to leave? Not even say goodbye?”
Spike dropped his half-packed bag and turned. Aw, bugger. Dawn stood in the entrance of the apartment, arms crossed, frustration creasing her brow.
He sighed. “I have to, Bit. ‘S nothing left for me here.”
She crossed the room and began folding his shirts with
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I'm going to go swipe your pretty banner now...
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