| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - A minute later, he knocked again, louder.Keep your hair gel on! came the dreaded, familiar voice.The door opened; Angel braced himself, but he wasn't prepared to see Spike in all his naked glory, hair every which way, reeking of recent sex, and smiling in a pleased, predatory way that said payback was a bitch.Toldja, Spike called over his shoulder, then he leaned against the door frame.
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