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Open On Sunday drabbles

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Motioning toward Dawn, the kid asked, “She your girl?”

Spike rolled his eyes.

“No, she’s a very close friend.”

“I’ve had my eye on her all night. Sexy as hell. Gotta hand it to you for not tapping that, man.”

“Is that so?,” Spike replied casually.

“Hell yes. You see the sweet ass on her? Nice tits, too. Hard to resist.”

Spike figured he’d let the kid keep digging himself deeper into the hole he was shoveling.

“You know if she puts out? ‘Cause if not I won’t waste my time flirting.”

Strange how nobody ever saw that boy again.