The Road (rated 12)

["Ryan Hufton" <ryan.hufton@xxxxxxxxxx>]

The Road
by Ryan
Rating: 12 (British system)
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Disclaimers:
1. Willow and co. are owned by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy and WB.
2. Song: One Blade Shy Of A Sharp Edge by Nanci Griffith from the album Late
Night Grande Hotel.
3. No copyright infringements intended.
Feedback: Please, please. I need feedback OK It makes me write more!
Summary: Sequel to 'The Phone'
Distribution: Just take and E-mail me OK :)

The sign said, "12 miles to Sunnydale." 'Sunnyhell more like it.' She
thought to herself. She never thought she would be returning now. Never
thought she would be strong enough to undo the lies of another. A former
lover, at that.

<You honk the horn on your Mercedes Benz
I've rolled up my window so you're honkin' again
Your stereo could drive the devil out
Hey, you drink too much and you talk too loud
But you think you got it made
Think you got it made
Think you got it made
When you're one blade shy of a sharp edge >

A horn was blown behind her. A Mercedes passed her. The driver sounded his
horn again. Her window closed. The driver of the Mercedes, liked very loud
music. She signed, she had seen this all before. Elderly business person
trying to pick her up. The Mercedes driver cut her up. She sworn as she
brake hard to avoid the idiot in front of her. She was now extremely angry.

<Republican is the way you vote
You've got a sticker on your bumper that's how I know
And you think true love is around this bend
You've been around the bend since the age of ten
But you think you've got it made
think you've got it made
think you've got it made
When you're one blade shy of a sharp edge >

The redhead frowned. The bumper sticker on the Mercedes read, "Vote
Republican."

'Loony' She thought to herself. 'God's gift I think not!' She shook her
head, as the Mercedes shot off into the distance.

<Now, I'm a little too old for your toupee curls
I'm a full grown woman and you're lookin' for girls
Hey, it's Saturday night so go on down the road
I'll cancel you out when I go to the polls
But you think you got it made
think you got it made
think you got it made
when you're one blade shy of a sharp edge >

A little further down the road. The Mercedes stood at the side of the road.
Steam coming from the it's radiator. A elderly man mopped his face with a
toupee. She laughed, as she passed. The man was Cordelia's father. This
made her laugh harder at the thought of the dirt old man.

A sign read. "Welcome to Sunnydale."

The end?
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Next Teardrops ;) (I'm a tease ain't I?)