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"Fine," said Joyce. "I wanna watch Passions anyway, and make a nice steaming cup of herbal tea. I suggest you rearrange your coat collection when we get home. You've got about fifty. Think we should have a tag sale sometime?"
 
She came too later on her living room couch, a cool cloth on her head, a small bruise on her arm from the fall.
 
Then the object of Joyces affection walked in, Spike lit a cigaret and looked at Buffy and said ""Always wanted a slayer as my stepdaughter" he smurked
 
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