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“I can stop anytime. Really. Cold turkey,” Spike paced back and forth. “It’s not like I’m staying to feed some deep-seeded craving. I choose to remain. Addicts don’t choose. There’s just a blind aching need that must be fed. You don’t think I can stop, do you? Do you?”
He grabbed his duster and stormed toward the crypt door, only just realizing that it was still light. “Bollocks!”
Sighing, he made his way back to the chair and turned on the TV. It was sweeps after all. If Sheridan didn’t get Luis this time, well he would stop watching. Maybe.