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I own nothing I am poor, I don't own the show or anything else in this story, just read it and mail me you comments.Enjoy!!! Buffy knew she was able to handle this alone, she did it every day and sometimes after patrol. It was part of her routine. Angel once was part of this routine but he left so she moved on to someone new. "Come on, you know you want it." Using one of Angelus' old remarks she hit, punched, and sidekick her attacker. "Is that all you got?" She asked her attacker for the like third time today, before hitting him again. " My dead cousin hits harder then that!" Now she was getting to the end of her routine as the attacker grunted as she round housed again in the attackers face, right between the eyes. "Big tough guy getting tired? Well to bad!" She said as Buffy hit him again with almost all of her slayer force. "Use the force Buffy." The attacker swayed forward, Buffy blocked and did a perfect upper cut to the face right on the nose. "Ow, that kind of hurt." Buffy said flatly as she did another combo of punches, kicks, and hits to the attacker. "Okay, I think that's enough for today." Buffy was removing the tape form her hand as the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey." "Hi, Angel, whats up?" "Nothing much. You?" "Same just trying out the present you got me for my b-day this year it's really great." "I'm glad you like it." "I gotta go, Willow just walked in, I'll talk or write to you soon, okay?" "Okay, love you." "Love you too, Bye!" "Bye." Buffy smiled and then turned towards Angel's present, the new Slam-Man figure, great workout for Buffy on her off days. She unplugged the cord and wheeled him into the closet, then sat down and did her homework. "I love College, I love everything about college, this room……" "Will what are you watching?" "Oh, Dead Man on Campus." "oh, wait isn't that you there getting your hair burnet off." " I guess although I don't do drugs, it's bad for ya." "Well turn it off I got to study." Willow turned off the t.v and sat down next To her roommate and studied for finals. The End
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