RATING: PG, a little crude language
SUMMARY: Harmony went through a lot of drafts before she figured out what to write on the note she tossed through the window in "Real Me."
DISCLAIMER: The characters are not mine. Joss, UPN, yadda, yadda.

Rough Draft

by Rebecca Carefoot

Dear Buffy,

How are you? I'm fine.

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Buffy,

How are you? I hope you're doing as bad as you look.

Have you thought about doing something with your hair? Or buying some clothes that don't suck. There's a sale coming up and

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Slayer,

I'm tired of this game. It's time we met face to face and ended our age-old struggle. Or whatever.

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Buffy,

Why do you have to act like you're so great all the time? You are so not even scary. I could kick your ass so hard. You're all talk. If you were as great as you think you are you'd have been able to defeat me by now. But have you? No. Your greatest enemy and you've never even been close to killing me. I'll be the end of you. Just wait and see.

Oh. If Spike's there tell him I think he's an asshole, and I hope his dick falls off.

Your enemy,
Harmony

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Buffy,

I'm going to kill you. And it's going to hurt. A lot. Like worse than waxing.

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Why don't you come out and slay me? You chicken.

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Slayer, come out and die.

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