[Sorry, John. Spike was not enlightened, nor did he care about being politically correct. He gave John a look with both brows raised, eyes flicking to the lift of his chin and the pulse that pumped blood he could remember the taste of vividly. Paired with the smoke and the subject matter, Spike was...
Well. Don't look down, John. It'd be obvious.]
What are you, then? Confused? Greedy? Never did get the term for that one.
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Well. Don't look down, John. It'd be obvious.]
What are you, then? Confused? Greedy? Never did get the term for that one.