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by Aquae Sulis 
Spike was miserable. Here he was, in one of his favorite parts of his favorite city in the
world, and he was depressed. A depressed vampire. Hell, if he wasn't so depressed, he'd bloody
well laugh. Just off Leicester Square in the 'exotic' section of the lap-dancing clubs,
Spike sat whingeing into his pint of blood.
"Bugger," he told the O-Negative. Just then, an arm  |
