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December 22nd, 2003

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2003.1222.1322::Who's trying to kill you, Mr. Doughnut Man?
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This week's theme for open_on_sunday is a dual "Winter" or "Steam," which just makes me think of Ed O'Neill in Wayne's World:
You know, if you stab a man in the dead of winter, steam will rise up from the wounds. Indians believed it was his soul escaping from his body.
Either way, here's this week's entry:
When it gets cold in Westbury, Willow thinks of Khan.

She remembers the weekend afternoons she spent watching a well-worn copy of Wrath of Khan. Long before the vampires and the magic and Tara's blood staining her hands, she laughed while Xander perfected his Ricardo Montalban--"Eet is very cold in space...wheethout Cor-eenth-eean Leather!"

She'd had her cold dish months before, trussed up between two trees. She recalls her slight horrific glee when the skin came off, a slight steam rising from the meat in the semi-desert chill.

When she remembers the look on Xander's face, however, Willow shivers.

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