Squash Juice

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As Cuthbert entered the musty room, he looked up at Wilfrith's tall stance.

"Gimme squash water." He stated bluntly.

"Just a moment, darling." Wilfrith said, brightening the lights as all of his hopes and dreams seemed to alter under his nose.

Cuthbert blushed. "I- I want squash though..." He said, smelling the mold from the cupboard of the squash and watched Wilfrith strain the squash juice into a glass.

Wilfrith snapped "I said just a moment!" He yelled. "I'm trying to make it fresh for you!"

Cuthbert quieted down. "I'm sorry, I just didn't mean to be rude... I just feel so thirsty and I forgot the WiFi password. I still hate you, by the way." He said.

Wilfrith grabbed Cuthbert's phone which did not have a password, because Cuthbert's memory was strong as a singular thin hair. He put in the WiFi password.

"Thank you, I guess." Cuthbert said. He snatched his phone and pumpkin juice and left.

"No, my dearest Cuthbert, wait!" Wilfrith cried as Cuthbert reached the door.'

"Yes?" Cuthbert replied, starved for Wilfrith's affection.

"N- Nothing... just go..."

Cuthbert stormed out the door dramatically, hoping that Wilfrith would chase after him. However, Wilfrith just stood there, sad that a whole cup of fresh squash juice was stolen from him.

How could he? How could he steal my precious squash... Wilfrith thought. My dear squash...

Wilfrith collapsed to the floor in tears, sobbing hysterically.



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