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"Hey." Spike says, smiling nervously. He knows it's been six months since you broke up and you probably want to see his head impaled on a stake. Spike's shirt was lightly stained with blood, with a visible cut. He knows Jet could probably sew it up, but... Spike secretly misses his soft hands on his skin.
"Oh, come on, let me in. I promise to be good, okay? Just help me with that damn cut." he says, forcing a pout.
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