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[Buffy is clearly at the gym. She has her hands wrapped and she is taking out her frustration on the punching bag. Her breath is coming in little puffs and there's a sheen of sweat on her skin so she's been at this for a while now]
I [punch]
should [punch]
have [punch]
known [punch]
he's [punch]
a jerk [very hard punch that makes the bag swing perilously on its chain]
way [steady the bag and punch]
too [punch]
pretty [punch]
not [punch]
to be [punch]
[She rests a moment, contemplating the camera.]
Plus. My luck. Not the greatest romantically if you know what I mean.
[and then a flurry of kicks that yes...yes that would be Buffy killing the punching bag. It swings wildly on it's chain then snaps and hits the floor with a thud]
Oops
I [punch]
should [punch]
have [punch]
known [punch]
he's [punch]
a jerk [very hard punch that makes the bag swing perilously on its chain]
way [steady the bag and punch]
too [punch]
pretty [punch]
not [punch]
to be [punch]
[She rests a moment, contemplating the camera.]
Plus. My luck. Not the greatest romantically if you know what I mean.
[and then a flurry of kicks that yes...yes that would be Buffy killing the punching bag. It swings wildly on it's chain then snaps and hits the floor with a thud]
Oops