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Albert and his best friend

Once upon a time in a lonely peasant village lived a unicorn. This unicorns name was Albert Matesta. Albert was extremely weird. He puts papers in toasters for fun, eats cucumbers dipped in pen ink and other intellectual dweeb things.

Albert yearned for a friend. For some unknown reason, he wanted a friend named Chelsea. He wanted her to have blonde hair and liked purple textas. If her name wasn't Chelsea, she couldn't be Albert friend!

"No one understands me, I just want to have a unicorn friend with the name ofAlbert! That's all!" A unicorn had walked past him. Wait a second, thought Albert. She wants to be my friend and she had blonde hair! Yippee dee Doo! "Hi, do you like purple textas?" He asked her. She nodded enthusiastically.

"No way, do you want to be my best friend in the whole entire universe?" He asked her wishing she would say yes.

"YES PLEASE!" Then, they both became best friends until one day, Albert was thinking of proposing to dear Chelsea.

"Will you marry me?" Albert asked Chelsea while they were playing Tigi at the park with their families. "Off course!" She asked. Albert loved her name, Chelsea, although he never addressed her by that name.

"I love you Albert!" She said to Albert.

"I love you too, Chelsea!" She gave Albert a puzzled look. "What's wrong?" Albert asked.

"My name isn't Chelsea...its Mary.."

Albert slapped her.

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