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He's ready, by the lake. Had a good breakfast hours ago, the weather is nice, and the grass is dry.
Now all he needs is Elaine and they can start. Just like he promised. Because Spike doesn't like to go back on his promises.
Even the questionable ones, like the value in teaching a dead girl Bruce Lee's form of Kung Fu. But what the fuck: it's always good to learn something new, he supposes, even if you're dead. Hasn't seemed to stop Elaine.
That also brings up a lot of questions, though, about the nature of life and death. But now isn't the time for introspection. He sits on the grass and stretches his legs apart as wide as they can go, a sitting split, and bends down until his forehead touches grass.
And breathes.
And breathes.
And breathes.
Now all he needs is Elaine and they can start. Just like he promised. Because Spike doesn't like to go back on his promises.
Even the questionable ones, like the value in teaching a dead girl Bruce Lee's form of Kung Fu. But what the fuck: it's always good to learn something new, he supposes, even if you're dead. Hasn't seemed to stop Elaine.
That also brings up a lot of questions, though, about the nature of life and death. But now isn't the time for introspection. He sits on the grass and stretches his legs apart as wide as they can go, a sitting split, and bends down until his forehead touches grass.
And breathes.
And breathes.
And breathes.
