On a fine winter morning in the outskirts of Islington, Phil sent Dan to get some groceries. As he walked anxiously through the dark alleyways, he stumbled across a stray note fleeing like a gazelle running from a lion. He stepped on it, he bent down and picked it up. He glared for a good 10 seconds before his eyes adjusted. The note read "I love you". Dan immediatelly realised that this is the scribbly handwriting of Phil. He thought nothing of it at first. But as he plodded his way to get his shopping many things crossed his mind about the note: "Was the note aimed at me". " Has Phil finally found a companion". "Will he leave me...". A tear of sadness rolled down his left cheek. Dan quickly wiped his trars as a bunch of youths came around the corner. He finally arrived at the shop and slowly inserts the trolley token, spinning the trolley around and went through the doors. A huge gush of wind from the heater above the door messed his hair. up. He said to himself "I dont need to do my fuck**g hair, the wind does it for me". As he anxiously stumbled through the shop he couldn't stop thinking of the events that had just occured
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onstant things running through his mind. Next, he got to the check out. "Beep" "Beep" the scanner blurted. As he began to walk home the 10 minute walk felt like ages. "Finally" he slurred out with exauhstion. His hands were to numb to grab his keys, so he stood and warmed his hands up. After that he finally put the key in and turned it anti-clockwise... BANG! Dan jumped out of his skin and let out a ferocious squeel. "Who's there? Phil is that you..." he said. "Oh, Hi there Dan" he turned around as quickly as possible. And there Phil stood... Naked
