Anya, you are a prideful and foolish woman. I attempted to apologize to you for my transgresions, for allowing my temper to gain control of my rational thoughts...and you scold me? Instead of gracefully accepting my apology for harrasing this "Spike"?
I should not have slapped you, precious girl, but you should not push my temper. You brought it upon yourself, and you know this...to restate it would be bad form on my part.
Please, accept these flowers, and an invitation to dinner. We can solve this, Anya...truly, we can.
love,
Antonio
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