Cowardly Man

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Wilfrith Anatoli had always loved quiet Britain with its dark, wet tunnels. It was a place where he felt active.

He was a giving, gentle, squash drinker with ample abs and charming spots. His friends saw him as a broken, bumpy banker. Once, he had even saved a small injured bird that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of man he was.

Wilfrith walked over to the window and reflected on his dull surroundings. The drizzle rained like laughing blue bottles.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Cuthbert Ferguson. Cuthbert was a splendid man with red hair and green eyes.

Wilfrith gulped. He was not prepared for Cuthbert.

As Wilfrith stepped outside and Cuthbert came closer, he could see the silly glint in his eye.

Cuthbert glared with all the wrath of 9398 bold purring pigeons. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want the WiFi code."

Wilfrith looked back, even more puzzled and still fingering the tiny ruler. "Cuthbert, eat my shorts," he replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two dirty, dull dogs sleeping at a very tactless snow storm, which had drum and bass music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles sleeping to the beat.

Wilfrith regarded Cuthbert's red hair and wide feet. "The code is OgreBesties12345. " revealed Wilfrith.

Cuthbert looked stable, his emotions blushing like a heavy, homely hawk.

Then Cuthbert came inside for a nice beaker of squash.

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