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Ocean Thornhill looked at the enchanted record in her hands and
felt sparkly.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her old-fashioned
surroundings. She had always loved damp Berlin with its
outrageous, old oceans. It was a place that encouraged her
tendency to feel sparkly.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It
was the figure of Sophia Pitt. Sophia was a stable ogre with ruddy
abs and dirty eyelashes.
Ocean gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a
stable, gentle, port drinker with greasy abs and brunette
eyelashes. Her friends saw her as a large, loud lover. Once, she
had even helped a roasted owl cross the road.
But not even a stable person who had once helped a roasted owl
cross the road, was prepared for what Sophia had in store today.
The wind blew like dancing rabbits, making Ocean sneezy.
As Ocean stepped outside and Sophia came closer, she could
see the chilly glint in her eye.
Sophia gazed with the affection of 4375 wild rich rats. She said, in
hushed tones, "I love you and I want peace."
Ocean looked back, even more sneezy and still fingering the
enchanted record. "Sophia, hands up or I'll shoot," she replied.
They looked at each other with unstable feelings, like two rich,
raspy rabbits loving at a very vile wedding, which had classical
music playing in the background and two hungry uncles partying
to the beat.
Ocean studied Sophia's ruddy abs and dirty eyelashes.
Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," began Ocean in
apologetic tones, "but I don't feel the same way, and I never will. I
just don't love you Sophia."
Sophia looked anxious, her emotions raw like a high, horrible
hawk.
Ocean could actually hear Sophia's emotions shatter into 8491
pieces. Then the stable ogre hurried away into the distance.
Not even a glass of port would calm Ocean's nerves tonight.
THE END