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C O U N T I N G . . .
23:55
Five minutes to go. Twenty-three hours of waiting.
She isn’t coming. Spike knows that he should have guessed, but his stupid
heart always hopes anyway.
23:56
Even if she does turn up now, it’s too late – some romantic she was.
23:57
He wonders if she’s been delayed. Perhaps something nasty decided tonight was
good for a little mayhem.
23:58
It was more than sex, wasn’t it? He thought he’d meant something to her.
Bloody women.
23:59
One minute and he’ll know.
00:00
Fine. Angel was right again; he was too optimistic to hope that
Illyria would understand Valentine’s Day.
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