And with that, Buffy Summers stood. She's an almost-sorta-married woman, now! Almost-sorta-married, most importantly, to someone who wasn't Jack Horner. She didn't have to take this kind of harassment. Although pumpkin pie is suddenly (and strangely) sounding very appetizing right about now.
She took a step -- paused! -- and then turned back. "A-actually. I take that back. Somehow, I feel that might be an affront to the glucose-challenged community. And for that, I apologize. To them. Not to you. You can still go and...and...de-pulp your own pumpkins!"
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And with that, Buffy Summers stood. She's an almost-sorta-married woman, now! Almost-sorta-married, most importantly, to someone who wasn't Jack Horner. She didn't have to take this kind of harassment. Although pumpkin pie is suddenly (and strangely) sounding very appetizing right about now.
She took a step -- paused! -- and then turned back. "A-actually. I take that back. Somehow, I feel that might be an affront to the glucose-challenged community. And for that, I apologize. To them. Not to you. You can still go and...and...de-pulp your own pumpkins!"