The Gym, Sunday noon

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Twelve o'clock found Buffy alternately punching the hell out of the punching bag and squeeing at the little fluffy bunny who was watching her and laying brightly coloured eggs.

At some point Buffy was going to try and figure out if the eggs were chocolate or not, but for now she was busy working out.


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