Mean Mr. Mustard is going to Sunnyvale next week - he was telling me all about the travel details over our morning coffee run. I want him to be extra careful. Not because I'm worried a vampire or demon might get him. Those wooden stake jokes were just me being stupid and, after all, he's watched enough Buffy episodes to deal with that sort of problem handily. I'm much more concerned he'll simply have his heart broken.
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