Gregory Olsson had always loved pretty School with its cautious, curious classrooms. It was a place where he felt ambivalent.
He was a proud, brave, tea drinker with slim hands and short arms. His friends saw him as a snotacular, shy student. Once, he had even brought a nutty kitten back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.
Gregory walked over to the window and reflected on his grey surroundings. The snow flurried like partying hamsters.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Joshua Russell. Joshua was a gentle evil with fragile hands and pretty arms.
Gregory gulped. He was not prepared for Joshua.
As Gregory stepped outside and Joshua came closer, he could see the motionless smile on his face.
"I am here because I want love," Joshua bellowed, in a caring tone. He slammed his fist against Gregory's chest, with the force of 1068 owls. "I frigging love you, Gregory Olsson."
Gregory looked back, even more lonely and still fingering the tiny sandwich. "Joshua, I just don't need you in my life any more," he replied.
They looked at each other with shocked feelings, like two magnificent, melted monkeys bopping at a very courageous funeral, which had jazz music playing in the background and two sympathetic uncles thinking to the beat.
Gregory studied Joshua's fragile hands and pretty arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you love," he explained, in pitying tones.
Joshua looked confident, his body raw like a kaleidoscopic, knowledgeable kettle.
Gregory could actually hear Joshua's body shatter into 8735 pieces. Then the gentle evil hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Gregory's nerves tonight.
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Just so you guys know I didn't write this - person who made this book
