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Spike pulled out the small hardcover with its tiny lock. Buffy kept a diary! He trembled as he looked at it. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen apart from Buffy herself. He scrabbled at it, grinning, excited to get into her mind, know her thoughts, be part of her. He was wildly excited, suddenly. This was better than her things, her territory, her scent. This was her. Genre: , , - Rating: Warning: Words: 4,677 - Updated: 02/06/2016 04:17 pm | |||
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