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Buffy: Hey.

Spike: You should go back inside. Finish the big group sing. Get your kum-ba-yayas out.

Buffy: I don't want to.

Spike: The day you suss out what you do want, there'll probably be a parade. Seventy-six bloody trombones.

Buffy: Spike....

Spike: Look, you don't have to say anything.

Buffy: I touch the fire and it freezes me.I look into it and it's black.But you can make me feel

Spike: I died..... So many years ago.This isn't real

Where do we go from here???