beginning | blinding torment | boils | lies | making me bitter | evil compounds evil | blah blah bity blah
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season three > Amends
We
tried. Honestly. But seriously, we just couldn't put ourselves
through it again. So we present to you Stick-Figure Theatre. It
was better than the alternative. Trust us.
Must be that whole
Angel-killed-his-girlfriend-and-tortured-him thing. This is what I do know. I miss you. Every second. It's like I've lost an arm. Or worse. A torso. I get it. You're evil. do we have to chat about it all day? Man, is it hot. I'm weak. I've never been anything else. It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man. Stupid snow.
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