Go out for a drink,
he says.
Catch up on old times, he says.
Riiiiight.
I forgot we were in
Sunnydale.
So, as you've probably figured out, Spike and I went out for a beer and ended up throwin' down. But, not with each other. Er, well, I guess with each other, but not against each other. Ran into a pack of down-home country fangboys who I'd
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An assist?
*chuckles*
Is that what you're callin' that these days, slayer?
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Though I didn't hear too many complaints, if I recall correctly...
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Though, you have been doin' it for a few hundred years, huh?
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The dew is on the moor
Where are the arms that held me
And pledged her love before?
Running through the graveyard
And we laughed, my friends and I
We swore we'd be together
Until the day we died
I made a golden promise
That we would never part
I gave my love a locket
And then I broke her heart
And it's such a sad old feeling
All the fields are soft and green
But it's memories that I'm stealing
But you're innocent when you dream
Tom Waits, "Innocent When You Dream"
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