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9. Random story 7: The Tiny Rock

Thomas Who had always loved snooty Plymouth with its enchanting, empty estuaries. It was a place where he felt happy.

He was a smart, selfish, whiskey drinker with tall eyes and ugly ankles. His friends saw him as a panicky, plastic patient. Once, he had even helped a zealous owl cross the road. That's the sort of man he was.

Thomas walked over to the window and reflected on his magical surroundings. The sleet rained like running lizards.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Carla Thornhill. Carla was a bold brute with greasy eyes and greasy ankles.

Thomas gulped. He was not prepared for Carla.

As Thomas stepped outside and Carla came closer, he could see the afraid smile on her face.

Carla gazed with the affection of 3148 arrogant plastic pigeons. She said, in hushed tones, "I love you and I want some more Facebook friends."

Thomas looked back, even more ambivalent and still fingering the tiny rock. "Carla, what's up Doc," he replied.

They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two comfortable, crazy cats loving at a very hilarious bar mitzvah, which had reggae music playing in the background and two blondie uncles running to the beat.

Thomas regarded Carla's greasy eyes and greasy ankles. "I feel the same way!" revealed Thomas with a delighted grin.

Carla looked delighted, her emotions blushing like a kaleidoscopic, keen kettle.

Then Carla came inside for a nice glass of whiskey.

THE END 

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